Gill shrugged on a jacket to help get rid of the goosebumps that had risen up on his arms. Awfully cold for May.He shoved his house keys in his pocket and strode across his kitchen, passing a well treasured picture, and picked up a bouquet of colorful flowers.

He stared down at his hands for a few moments and heaved a sigh. Looking over at the clock on the wall, he noticed that it was already 6:00. Better get going before it gets too dark. Pausing for a moment to try and remember if he forgot anything, Gill took one last look at the very last photo that was taken of his mother -a family portrait with a young Gill looking uncharacteristically happy between two smiling parents- and headed out the door.

The walk was quiet. No one usually came out this way, especially this late. Coming up to a wrought iron gate, he gave the handle a hard tug, knowing from experience that it always got stuck.

He didn't even need to look where he was going. He stared down at his feet as he let them take him down the familiar path.

The place wasn't very big. The island wasn't either, so it made sense. Still, it seemed like an eternity before he got to his destination almost directly across where he had entered.

He stood in front of it, staring at the words etched into the stone. His clenching fist that brought a loud crinkle reminded him of the bouquet in his hand. Walking over, he placed it right in front of the stone.

Again, he moved back to the front but this time kneeled down. Attempting to quell his shaking hands, he gripped the grass with one but had to wipe the wetness of his cheek he's just noticed was there. Must be starting to rain.

Sighing once again, he moved his eyes to the stone in front of him. He attempted to say something, but his voice started to crack. Clearing his throat, this time the words rang loud and clear in the empty graveyard.

"Happy Mother's Day, mom."

Hi. First fic and...stuff. Be honest and tell me how it is, and spelling/grammar mistakes, etc. The only person who told me this was good was a friend and I can't really trust that opinion.