The funeral was over and Diane was at the grave. Even though it had been a week since Nikki had died, she hadn't allowed herself to believe the notion. It wasn't until now when she was kneeling against the gravestone with the cold wind nipping at her coat that she allowed the tears to fall.
Goodbye wasn't something that she hadn't been willing to say in the last week, trying to believe that the last week wasn't real, but here now it all came to her. She had no choice, life was moving on, slowly but surely it was moving on.