i walked with my brother over to my father's grave.
Harry J. Potter it read. July 31, 1980 - September 15, 2018.
the moment i laid eyes on it, i broke down and cried.
"hey don't worry Al, it's alright." said James.
"no, it's not!" i said heavily, "Dad's DEAD! we can't see him anymore."
"that doesn't mean he's gone little bro." said James as he put his hand on my shoulder,
"the hell it doesn't!" i said as i continued to break down.
"it'll be okay buddy." he said trying to comfort me.
"someday it will," i said drying my eyes, "but it's not now. and it's gonna be a for a long time."