I Bought the Burial…
I used almost all of my savings.
Last week would have been our 26th anniversary.
I woke up that morning with the awful heaviness I’d started carrying everywhere.
Halfway through my morning coffee, I made a decision.
“We can still spend our anniversary together,” I whispered, staring at our wedding photo hanging in the hall.
I showered. I dressed. Then I drove to a florist and bought white lilies because they’d always been Daniel’s favorite.
Then I drove to the cemetery.
“We can still spend our anniversary together.”
The cemetery sat on a low hill outside town, ringed with old trees. I tucked the lilies against my coat and walked toward Daniel’s grave. But as I drew closer to his grave, I got a feeling that something was wrong.
A few people were gathered for a funeral near the base of the hill, and a young man was standing at a grave in the row before Daniel’s, but the place was empty otherwise.
