I know I said this was don't but God this was heard to leave alone. My mind kept racing and well this was the outcome, hope you like it. This is the end, for now :-)
You walk slowly as approach our graves, I hope you know we're not there. We are right beside you even though you can't see us, your father places his hand on your shoulder and says what he failed to say when he was alive. "I'm so proud of you, son" he whispers and even though we know you can't hear, its like you can, your mouth smiles that lopsided grin and you kiss each of your hands and place one on each of our graves.
You turn as she arrives, watching her place one rose on each of our graves. She holds out her hand and you bring it to your lips, asking why she brought three roses. She strokes your cheek as she answers and your eyes flicker closed in contentment "one to celebrate your mother who brought you into the world and cared for you, one for your father who loved you, even though he sometimes didn't show you. The father who helped you become the man I love" she paused to kiss you softly, barely brushing your lips. When she pulls back, you follow and she laughs holding up the last flower "and one for the you that died that day, so many years ago. You will always be my Edward and I had met you then, I would love you just as much as I do today."
This time she doesn't pull away when you kiss, you kiss her with everything you are and she does the same. Neither of you notice when the small girl brushes past you and walks straight to your father and I. She's beautiful and looks so much like you did at that age, except the eyes, she has your wife's eyes. The eyes that don't look through us like yours do. She looks us both in the eye, smiling widely "hi grandad, grandma. Daddy says its an important day today, he says its 100 years since he lost you but i dont think he ever lost you, did he?" We both shake our heads "we are always here" I whisper and reach forward to gently brush her hair out of her eyes.
You leave shortly after and she doesn't speak again but as you pull away, she looks at us and smiles, mouthing forever and that's enough. I clasp my husbands hand as I watch you drive away, my little boys all grown up and I couldn't be prouder.