Wind rippled across the graveyard on the cold spring morning. Tears ran down my face as I waited for the casket inch deeper into the hard ground. My hands covered my stomach as I hoped to shield my unborn child from the horrors of death.
I could faintly hear the murmurs of condolences as people filed past the casket placing flowers on the lid. The condolences didn't even fully register in my brain. All I could think of was that this wasn't supposed to be his time. He had his whole life ahead of him and that was cruelly ripped from his reach. No one should be taken from this world in that manner.
Yes I know it's short and I know it's confusing but it will make sense at the end of the story.
