It had been a month since I had buried my sister, and just like every other Saturday since then, I found myself walking across the cemetery toward her grave. I normally stopped by in the evening, but today I was early hoping to solve a mystery.
Though I hadn't brought flowers to the grave site, every week there was a fresh bouquet of flowers in the vase and the old ones gone. Though the caretakers of the cemetery could be responsible for the old flowers, I know placing new flowers were not in their job descriptions.
Approaching Jean's grave, I knew the mystery was solved as I spotted a familiar placing flowers in the vase on her headstone.
"I should have figured it was you," I commented, coming up behind them.
"Good morning, Coach Sylvestor," Kurt replied, turning to face me. If he was surprised at seeing me he didn't show it. "I thought your sister would appreciate some fresh flowers, so I've been dropping them off when I put fresh flowers on my mother's grave."
"I don't think she really cares whether there are flowers on her grave or not."
Kurt shrugged. "You can believe what you want, but I like to think that those we loss keep an eye on us from up above and appreciate knowing that we remember them."
"Now there's a creepy thought," I commented, more because I thought it was what people would expect me to say more than I believed it. It was actually kind of a sweet sentiment and made it seem as if Jean was still with me in a way.
"I guess it could be," Kurt said thoughtfully. "For me, it's a way to keep a part of my mother with me," he said. "I need to be going. Have a good day."
I looked down at the flowers in the vase. Jean had enjoyed pretty things and she would have appreciated the flowers. Turning, I called out to Kurt.
"Hey, Porcelain."
"Yeah, coach?" he replied, turning back toward me.
"Thanks for bringing the flowers," I told him.
"You're welcome," he replied, smiling as he turned and continued on his way.