i park the car, ready to get out.
"are we here yet, momma?" my daughter asks.
"yes we are, baby." i reply, showing her a smile. she unbuckles her seat belt and the two of us get out, walking through the rows. when we get to his spot, i stop. i set the jersey down, folding it so his name shows.
"woah." the little girl says.
as i look at ethan's shiny headstone, grass growing around it, a knot forms in my throat.
"this is momma's best friend." i say.
"the rock?"
i chuckle.
"no, honey. see, this is a cemetery where people who have died get buried. this is where he's buried." i point to the grave. the words engraved on the stone make my heart hurt.
ethan grant dolan
son, brother, best friend
he will always be alive in our hearts
december 16, 1999 - november 15, 2017
"ohhhhhhh. that's cool. why is he here, and who is he?"
"his name is ethan. he was momma's best friend, and still is. you know your uncle grayson?" she nods.
"that's his brother. he died when we were only seventeen years old." i crouch low to the ground to be at eye level with my daughter.
"what? that's so cool!" she squeals.
"yeah...super cool." i mutter before standing back up.
before we leave, i kiss the headstone and tuck the letters to him inside of the jersey. maybe gray or one of their parents will find and read them the next time they come to see ethan.
"daddy's waiting for us!" my daughter yells, running toward the car. how i wish i could be a careless little girl, with everything i could ever want in the world once again.
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did you like this book? i don't have school today so i figured i'd just finish this book and ITS TUESDAY SO THATS BOMB ASF
