Her grave was beautiful, with white flowers wrapping around the stone in a comforting embrace.

The morning sun shone on it, just the way she would have liked it. Was she happy?

He stacked his own flowers for her with a small letter, just like how she had always left small letters for him.

He wanted to walk by her side, stop her sadness and always make her happy. He wanted to know if she alright in her new world, if she was scared.

He hoped she had found her own friends, that she stayed away from the meanies and remembered that daddy would come back to her.

We may not be on the same page,
But I want to walk this path with you.