Feeling-complete Stories

I threw my flower in, and I picked up the shovel, and threw in the first dirt to be thrown over her casket. I had gripped the shovel hard. I was trying to fight back tears. It felt as though it finally hit me, I realized I would never see her smile, I would never feel her embrace, I would never be able to see her lively personality, and I would never feel all the love she gave me for the past 17 years.