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Tim kneeled on the ground in front of the headstone, lightly brushing his fingers across the engraved words and numbers. "In loving memory of Janet Drake," he whispered. He laid a bouquet of a dozen red roses in front the headstone. He had gotten Dick Grayson to drive him to the cemetery and his surrogate older brother was now waiting at the front of the cemetery.
"Hi mom," he said quietly. "How's it going?"
Of course, there was no answer. But it still felt good to talk to her. "Happy Mother's Day. Things have been going good here. Dad remarried, but I guess you already knew that. Dana's doing good. She's still really nice to me, which I guess makes me a lucky person. It's not that fake kinda nice. You know when they're nice to you because they're afraid that you'll tell your father that they don't like you. It's not a fake like. She really likes having me around. And although I like her, she doesn't replace you." He blinked to keep the tears from falling.
"I know you like roses," he continued. "So I bought them for you. The lady added something called baby's breath along with some fern leaves. It looks really nice. I'm sure you'd like them."
"In case you're wondering, I'm not here by myself. My friend is here with me. He brought me here. His mom's gone too. But so is his dad. He said that he would see his mom, then go and wait for me." Leaning forward, he began pulling out weeds that gathered since he had been there last. "I'm gonna clean up your space here a bit, mom. Just so it looks nice." His hand brushed against a glass vase with another dozen red roses in it. "I see dad was here. Hope you two were able to have a good talk. He loves Dana, but he really misses you, too."
"Well, it's been good talking to you mom. I love you. I miss you. I love coming here to talk to you." He kissed his hand then touched the headstone. "Happy Mother's Day, mom."
Well, that's it. Hope you enjoyed it. And to all you mothers out there, Happy Mother's Day!
Tim kneeled on the ground in front of the headstone, lightly brushing his fingers across the engraved words and numbers. "In loving memory of Janet Drake," he whispered. He laid a bouquet of a dozen red roses in front the headstone. He had gotten Dick Grayson to drive him to the cemetery and his surrogate older brother was now waiting at the front of the cemetery.
"Hi mom," he said quietly. "How's it going?"
Of course, there was no answer. But it still felt good to talk to her. "Happy Mother's Day. Things have been going good here. Dad remarried, but I guess you already knew that. Dana's doing good. She's still really nice to me, which I guess makes me a lucky person. It's not that fake kinda nice. You know when they're nice to you because they're afraid that you'll tell your father that they don't like you. It's not a fake like. She really likes having me around. And although I like her, she doesn't replace you." He blinked to keep the tears from falling.
"I know you like roses," he continued. "So I bought them for you. The lady added something called baby's breath along with some fern leaves. It looks really nice. I'm sure you'd like them."
"In case you're wondering, I'm not here by myself. My friend is here with me. He brought me here. His mom's gone too. But so is his dad. He said that he would see his mom, then go and wait for me." Leaning forward, he began pulling out weeds that gathered since he had been there last. "I'm gonna clean up your space here a bit, mom. Just so it looks nice." His hand brushed against a glass vase with another dozen red roses in it. "I see dad was here. Hope you two were able to have a good talk. He loves Dana, but he really misses you, too."
"Well, it's been good talking to you mom. I love you. I miss you. I love coming here to talk to you." He kissed his hand then touched the headstone. "Happy Mother's Day, mom."
Well, that's it. Hope you enjoyed it. And to all you mothers out there, Happy Mother's Day!