"You always said talking to yourself was the first sign of madness." I chuckled as the wind stirred softly through the trees and I smiled. Then emotion tightened my throat.
"You were right about everything. I hated that." I said and a tear slipped free as I wiped it away immediately.
"You told me I was stronger than I thought. You told me not to let people decide my worth. You told me to fight for the garage. And you were right." I said.
The tears came easier after that. Not dramatic tears and not broken tears. Just honest ones.
The kind that appeared when love and loss occupied the same space and I looked down at the headstone.
"Lawson Customs is doing okay. Actually, it's doing more than okay." I added as a smile touched my face.
I told him everything. The contracts. The employees.
