It was a long road to the cemetery, and an even longer walk to his grave, but then everything seemed to take longer lately. The impenetrable silence that lay between me and Mrs Hudson didn't help, either.
As we stood at the foot of his grave, I thought for a moment that I saw him reflected in the headstone.
Never in my life have I felt such fear and joy and hope and anger (and and and and...)
It all came crashing down in a second when the broken old woman at my side uttered a few words.
I never imagined that six feet could feel like eternity.
