Ron looked down at the headstone. His wife had been gone 5 years now. In fact, they were all gone…Harry, Ginny. He was the only one left. He will join them soon enough. He tried to cough to clear his lungs but to no avail. He would join them very soon. And he was ready. He placed a wrinkled hand on Hermione's headstone. He sure did miss her. Her flowers he brought her did liven up the ground a little bit. But a curious thing kept happening. A flower pot, no flowers, not dirt, just a ceramic flower pot always was settled on her grave. He would take it away but in returning find another in its place. He was too old now to expend the energy to remove the object. He just let it be as he let everything be.
"I will be seeing you soon my dear."