07/12/2025
my sonās. š„ŗ I thought I was ready to face my pastā¦ until I saw the grave next to my sonās. š² It had been years since I last stepped foot in the cemetery. Life had kept movingābusy days, heavy routinesābut the pain in my heart had never truly faded. That morning, I finally gathered the strength, called a cab, and asked the driver to leave me at the gates. With a small bouquet in hand, I walked through the iron entrance. The silence, the smell of damp earth, the cold stillnessāit all hit me at once. As I passed the rows of familiar headstones, my chest tightened. Every step toward my sonās resting place felt heavier. Then I saw itāChristopherās grave. My sweet boy. The lettering on the stone was just as I remembered. I knelt beside it, placed the flowers gently down, and the grief I had buried so long ago came flooding back. My hands trembled, my eyes burned. I whispered his name. But something caught my attention. The grave beside his. I didnāt remember it being there before. Curious, I turned to lookāand froze. The name on the headstone didnāt just surprise me. It shook me to my core. I leaned in closer, heart racing. I read the inscription again, hoping I was wrong. But noāit was real. Etched into the stone was a name I never expected to see so close to Christopherās. Someone I hadnāt thought about in years. The epitaph made my blood run cold. My knees weakened. In that moment, a hundred questions raced through my mind. Why here? Why next to him? Was this deliberate? A cruel coincidence? Or something deeper? I couldnāt move. I just stared, numb and breathless. What I discovered that day didnāt just reopen old woundsāit changed the way I remembered everything.ā¤ā¤ ššš Find out what was written on the stone in the first comment.
