As we came close enough for the flames to illuminate the ground in front of the tree, my breath halted. A beautiful wood-carved cross sat atop the small grave. “Did you…?” Maximus nodded. “When I was younger, I spent many evenings carving. It’s been a while but I did the best I could.” “Thank you,” I said. “Thank you for not ridiculing my wish for a grave.” Maximus frowned down at me. “Every loss needs an outlet. I hope it helps you cope with our loss.”
