The first raindrop landed on my cheek, cold and stinging. I swiped it away, but more followed, dotting the stone, turning the gray even darker. It felt like the sky was crying with me, like it understood that today was a day of mourning. I walked away, and despite the good memories I’d been able to conjure up, it still felt like I was leaving him all alone. And that maybe…I should be in the ground with him.
