It was a cold spring afternoon. The grass was covered in a thin coat of dew. The sun was beginning to shine despite the mist that had hung in the air all day. He pulled up outside the gate. He took a deep breathe, he needed to calm himself. Once he prepared himself he clambered out of his car, slamming the door shut behind him. In his hands he carried a large bunch of flowers, a small photo and his daughter. His wife accompanied him through the gate. Her hand gripping his arm tightly. She looked into his deep blue eyes and could see the tears building. She pulled him into a hug, breathing in the faint scent of his favourite aftershave.
They steadily walked across the neatly mowed lawn. The dew making their shies wet. He was wearing his black coat, underneath he wore a black suit, white shirt, black tie and a pair of neatly polished black shoes. His wife was wearing a black knee length dress and a small cardigan. Their daughter wore a black dress too but hers was paired with a black coat. She felt him clasping her hand tightly, she could see how distressed he was.
'It's okay, I'm here. We can wait a moment if you don't feel ready' she whispered. He nodded. He put his daughter in the ground next to him. Her long blonde hair fell neatly across her shoulders. He took a deep breath, trying not to let his tears fall. He turned around to see a small group of his colleagues coming towards them. He stood up straight and tried to hide his true emotions, but struggled and eventually began to cry. It wasn't a gently cry. The tears that fell were tears of mourning, of sorrow, loss, and devastation. He clung onto Zoe as they walked further across the lawn, she placed a hand on his back and gently rubbed it. She too was crying.