"Yo! Kabra! Where are you going? The wedding's in a little over an hour!"
Ian glanced back over his shoulder at an edgy Hamilton as he opened the door. "I'll be back soon, Hamilton. I need to take care of something."
Hamilton's answering yell was lost on him as he closed the door and headed to the car.
Ian drove a while, stopped at a florist to pick something up, then continued on for a while until he reached his destination.
He found the place and entered, walking around a bit, then settled down on the soft dark earth, right beside the two gravestones.
"Hello, Natalie," he said wistfully. "Hello, Mum."
Ian took a deep breath, and went on in a rush.
"I know you probably wouldn't approve, Mum. And Nat, you'd probably put up a fuss about Amy's gown. She picked it out herself, but I made sure she also got some jewelry to go with it."
He took another deep breath.
"But we're happy. And everything's peaceful. And I'm going to wear the watch you got me for my tenth birthday, Mum. I also made sure Amy's earrings are sea pearls, Nat, because I know you used to love them."
Ian reached behind him for the bag he'd brought from the florist.
"I know you'd have come to the wedding. Nat, you would have been a bridesmaid, and Mum, you would have out-dressed everyone there.
"Amy's going to carry white roses. I brought the bouquet with me, so you'll still be part of things."
Ian removed the bridal bouquet from the bag, selected two white roses, and laid them carefully over the two graves. A light breeze swept through the cemetery, ruffling the soft white petals and tousling Ian's hair. He reached for the bag, straightened up, took one last look at the graves of his mother and sister and slowly left the cemetery.