White Lilies

Regret

Chapter 18 

The funeral was a small, privet event.

Her casket was surrounded by family and friends.

In her hand lay a single white lily.

Just like her daughter's.

They were buried side by side.

The three remaining Potter's visited them every day.

Then it turned to every year.

Christmas eve would find all three of them crying.

Eventually the three turned to two and there were three graves side by side.

The brothers grew apart, hardly speaking to each other.

But not on Christmas.

Christmas they came together.

They grieved together.

On Christmas day, many years later the youngest also past.

The two became one and James now grieved alone.

Yes, he had his wife and his children and grandchildren.

But it wasn't the same.

Now as he stands by the four tombstones, his eyes filled with regret, he places a single white lily on each of their graves for the last time.