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A small wilted daisy sat on top of the headstone. She had no idea who put it there but each time she came there was a different flower sitting in that place. By now she'd come to expect the special flower left there.
It was hard to believe that it had been four years since her Grandma had passed away. Four long years of remembering the good things.
She'd been close to her Grandma. She had raised her after all. They had a unique relationship that passed over the generation gap with ease.
Her parents... well they weren't really parents but more... donors. They hadn't wanted her and quite happily handed her over to her Grandma before going off on their merry way, never to be seen again.
The cool wind picked up around her legs as she placed a vibrant bunch of flowers in the vase before standing upright and looking down to read tje name carved in the stone as she traced each of the letters.
With a heavy heart she turned and walked away. The path to the gates seemed miles long when the breeze picked up speed which resulted in leaves and twigs tumbling across the ground.
She pulled her jacket closer into her chest and walked faster to the gate all the time mindful of the small pieces of flying nature. It was at the gate when out of the corner of her eye she noticed, flapping against the base of the column, a piece of blue paper.
My Dear Josephine,
I recall moments when your eyes would light up and everyone around you would gasp at your beauty.
Memories Josephine. Memories of those we love stay with us as we hold them in our hearts. Each memory special. Each one different. Each one a testament to love.
Until next time my love,
Your very own,
Dear Heart xxx
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Notes For Josephine
RomanceAs a teen the letters started to arrive. As an adult they became her reason to continue. They came in moments when all else seemed lost. They came... with love for someone else. © Copyright 2015 All Rights Reserved.
