I found peace in visiting his tomb once a week and sharing with him things I could no longer say.
I stood by his grave with a bunch of white lilies, his favorite.
“Goodbye, Dad,” I muttered, wiping away a tear.
As I turned to go, I observed a thin figure standing a few rows away next to a recently dug grave. An elderly blind woman wearing a plain black outfit grasped a white cane.
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