I knelt down at my wife's tombstone. We met through a mutual friend at a we married three months later. We separated within 5 years. I looked at the marble tombstone. A simple epigram graced its top. I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am finally free. My eyes started to water. I crawled over to the tombstone right next to it. My son had only been 4 years old when the incident happened. His funeral was what had caused my breakdown. l guess the smallest caskets are the hardest to bury. I graced the tombstone with my hands, stood up and slowly walked away. The snow drifted gently between them