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Never to be forgotten

The clouds drew in, their colour displeasing and depressing. It wasn't the kind of day you could enjoy yourself, knowing that the one place you were destine, were to make your emotions turn. It would bring sadness, at the feeling of lose and regret. So many things you just never seemed to have the time for, but then again, it wasn't my choice as to the fate of such a day. It was the kind of day that would strangely bring happiness, in a way that could only be understood by those who too lived in my world. They would know my reasoning for smiling. For looking up at the sky, wanting to see their face again, their voice, their laugh, they all knew. All desiring the wanting of just that one sole back, the one sole that would make everything right again if something were to hurt you. The one sole to tell you everything is going to be alright, even though your gut screams it's not. But they are, they are right. You trust them. You trust them with everything you have. And for one little thing to shred that all away in a second?

The clouds still gather, and my pace in walking slows. I don't want to be there, but I must. My heart beat quickens as I glance up to the perfect cut stone that stands in front of me. The flowers in front say nothing much. Their long dead. Crisp and brown, no way to respect someone is it? I'll replace them, of course I will. But then again no flower is going to bring you back, is it? It's your favourite though, tulips. I would give anything. Please. I need you back. I can't keep doing this, I can't...

"Johnny, It's alright..."

Easy for you to say, you don't think too deeply about it. You have too much pride to kid yourself Scott, but I can see it in your eyes too. You miss her just as much as I do, we all do. I look back to the stone, engraved so beautifully and delicately,

Lucille Tracy

A loving, caring mother and wife

Rest in peace

2010 – 2056

I tilt my head up. Rain? But that isn't causing the tears rolling down my cheeks. I'm not ashamed. I love her deeply and will always. I cherish her memory with all my love. It feels as though a huge piece of my heart still remains lost, it does in all of us, and forever will.

I looked up to my oldest brother, standing there in front of the stone with me. And he looks back. He's thinking the same, of course he is. But this is Scott Tracy; he would never admit the heart throb. Looking over my shoulder, I see Alan and Gordon walking together, and beyond them Father and Virgil. It's not easy. After having lost someone, and never does get easier. We all gather round the memorial. She's at rest, in peace. It's been near 11 years. But no one's love for her would change, not in a million years will mine for her ever,

"We all miss you mum. We never stop thinking about you. I hope you're looking down on us, we sure are looking up at you. We really miss you mum"

I have to turn into Scott's shoulder. I hate the pain. The sadness. I can't hold back a sob, I'll make a fool of myself, but it's worth it. He holds close, as I do him. I truly hate being here, but it's the only place I feel real connection to her. Being stuck on a metal tin-can space ship is no way to show my respect. No. I have to be here in the one place I hate, to show my love for the one person I'll forever remember.