Graveyard VisitGraveyard Visit2 days ago in Short Stories
A slight cold filled the air at my arrival, the grass soft underneath my bare feet. It wasn’t a good place to be- then again what graveyard is?- yet somehow I manage to feel at home here. The smell of lavender danced in the crisp breeze. I didn’t have to look to know it was the small lavender bush my aunt had planted there. It grew to the best of it’s abilities, but never got far due to my grandparents cutting it back with every visit. They loved my father don’t get me wrong but something happened after he died, they just… shut down.
Maybe that’s the reason they're so cranky now. I still cry over the littlest of things. But he was gone now. As much as I hated to admit it he was, and all I could do for now was live and let die. No matter how much grieving it caused me. “I miss you dad… I wish you were here with me... “ I muttered, the words rolling off my tongue like i’d said them a million times before. And the cold truth was