Dec 10
Your laughter has been the soundtrack to many of my life's favorite memories.
Gibbs stood at the grave, a single red rose in his hands. The biting wind made no impression on him save to turn the tips of his ears an interesting shade of red.
He did not normally come out here, not needing to see the stones spell out what he knew to be true every minute of his life. His family was gone forever. He knew his heart had been irreparably broken, cracked into tiny shards. They never really left his mind and he didn't want them to go.
The cold grey stones seemed to mock him, reminding him of a life when everything had been sunshine and smiles. He had been married to the woman he loved more than anyone else and been unable to even dream of another woman taking her place. Together, they had a perfect daughter, full of smiles and laughter. He swore he could still hear her laughter on the wind.
He missed them more than he thought was possible, more than he let on to others. He knew he could never forget them and considered it to be an insult if he did. They were his family; they would always be with him no matter what. He would carry them with him until his own death.
Gibbs placed the rose on the grave. "I miss you guys," he whispered.