Disclaimer: Sara isn't mine, Greg, unfortunalty, isn't mine, but Juliet Sandersis mine, so NO TOUCHY! MINE! .:slaps away hands:. I said NO TOUCHY!
Summary: "On the hill was a lone tombstone, roses carved into it with a stone angel watching over it." Greg/Sara
Author's Note: Whenever I visit a cementary, I always get choked up over graves of children. I think that the grave of a yound child isone of the saddest sights in the world. Anyways, I wrote this very short fic about Sara and Greg's child. This story is set about, say, 30 years into the future? Please review!
Every Tuesday, the elderly couple drove in their little beat-up blue Honda to the local cemetery. Even after the man developed arthritis, they still made their way up to the tallest hill over-looking the deep blue lake.
On the hill was a lone tombstone, roses carved into it with a stone angel watching over it.
Every Tuesday, they left a bouquet of Forget-Me-Not's lying on the grave, and every time the woman would cry and the man would have to support her on the way back. The engraving on the marker was this:
Juliet Danielle Sanders
Saturday, July 15th 2005 to Tuesday, March 2nd, 2006
Our angel, our sunshine, our baby