Bruce was at his parents' grave, having a conversation with them. He often visited their grave and at the moment he felt like they were the only ones he could talk to.
"Hello Mom and Dad. I brought you some flowers," said Bruce then he took a minute to just kneel there and say nothing. "I haven't had such an easy time recently. I did something . . . I did something I shouldn't have." Bruce's voice was beginning to crack, and he began to cry. When he regained a bit of his composure he continued to speak, although he did it through tears. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I've never been so ashamed. I know you must be ashamed of me, but I don't know how to make it right. I don't think I can make it right. I started this to do something good and now that I've done something . . . terrible, I don't know what to do. I feel like I should quit, but is it wrong to quit now. Should I make up for it? Can I make up for it? I don't know what to do. I wish you could help me. I'm so sorry . . . I'm so . . ." Bruce became too choked up to go on.