knelt down at my wit tombstone. We met throu a mutual friend at a we married three mo later We separated with 5 years. I looked at the mark tombstone. A simple epigrat graced its top. hope nothing. fear nothing. Ia finally free. My eyes starte to water crawled over to t tombstone right next to 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. graced the tombstone with my hands stood up and slowly walked away. The snow drifted gently between them