A/N: The season finale… Wow, just… wow. Please criticize my story, it'll make me into a better writer. Thank you for reading this story.
"Here lies Tracy Mosby, Beloved Wife and Mother"
He places the white carnations onto her grave. "It's been six years," he whispers. A tear rolls down his cheek, but he doesn't wipe it away. He kneels on the ground and sits. "I miss you…. Damn, I miss you, Tracy." Another tear rolls and he places his face in his hand. He looks up to the cloudy sky. "Should I move on? Can I?... I love you."