Zach's PoV
As much as I loved and missed my biological mother, I barely visited the land she rested on, except on her death anniversary.
It had been a long time since she passed away, years really, and I often considered it futile to visit her grave when I missed her, knowing that her body had turned to dust and her soul was long gone, resting in peace, I hoped.
And yet, I couldn't deny how every time I visited her grave, I felt her presence. Well, not presence, 'cause that would bring an eerie vibe, but just her, in general. Last time, when I visited her grave on her death anniversary a week ago, it felt peaceful- the perfect ten minutes that I had sat by her grave and stared at her name on the tombstone.
When I came back from the two day trip to Chicago and I had only walked inside m
