“We miss you.”
“I know.” He knelt placing his hand on mine. “I’ll be around. He has a real guardian angel now.”
“It would have been better to have you here for real.”
“I’m truly sorry, for everything, for every pain I ever caused,” he replied.
“I know.” I sighed.
“Bye.” He waved, and then disappeared.
“There you are.” Nick came walking around the corner.
“Hey.” I looked up as he bent down to kiss me, rubbing the back of his fingers over our son’s cheek. “You want to go?” He asked.
“No, I’m okay. I think Jaxon needed some space,” I replied.
“Or mama did.” He kissed me again. “I’ll be back.”
“Yes, go. I’m fine. We’ll be in here.” When he disappeared, I looked up to find Matt, my father and Mason all standing there, watching us. Then one by one they disappeared, and I whispered goodbye.
Watching them lower M ason’s casket into the ground was hard. Only his immediate family were there. They allowed all of us one by one to shovel a pile of dirt into the hole. When everyone was done they walked away but I couldn’t leave. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Jaxon was sound asleep in my bosom and I held a red rose in my free hand looking down into the hole.
“Let’s go babe.” Nick kissed me his back to the grave, tears weighing heavy in his eyes. I nodded then tossed the rose in the grave.
“Good bye, Mason.” I said l ooking up as his ghost appeared. He stood with his hands in his pockets. I nodded, he nodded and I turned leaving him behind.
THE END