Tears on a Tombstone

This is it. I sat in my car and took a deep breath as I promised myself to keep a calm composure. I couldn't make a habit out of crying, no matter how badly I needed to. I looked out of the window at the rusty, metal sign that read Northern Hills Cemetery. My mother wanted to bury him in a Catholic cemetery, but she didn't know my brother like I did. Although twin telepathy isn't real, it may as well have been, because there wasn't anything we kept from each other, and I knew he always preached about his belief in Atheism. I broke out of my daze and finally opened my car door.

It was quite a walk from the parking lot to his grave. I guess a picked a good day to go, as it was completely silent other than my black high heels tapping on the sidewalk. The grass was as green and lively as I remember it, an ironic contrast to the old, illegible tombstones. There were a lot of new, brightly colored trees planted in no particular pattern from last time I was here. I assume it became a popular place for hiking because of the steep hills, which would explain why I had to jump out of the way of somebody running along the trail every three minutes.

After what seemed like forever, I finally made it to the grave that read 'Daniel Green'; and I immediately had to hold back my tears. It looked exactly the same as it had twenty years ago. I remembered everything, from silly little arguments to the lives we were supposed to have.

I was then filled with anger; I was supposed to have a sister in law. I was supposed to be an aunt. I was supposed to have so many more arguments with him, and so many more apologies. I was supposed to be able to live in my hometown for life, without people giving me pitiful stares. However, none of that happened. Instead, I had the privilege go going to go to weekly therapy appointments when I was the ripe age of seven. I felt a constant lack of control for the majority of my life, and there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't miss him terribly.

I finally just let it all out. I couldn't stop the flow of tears anymore. I missed my other half more than words can describe.

And it’s all because some idiot came to school with a gun.