(Nisha)
Pete was packed within days, but that meant that we had to have the memorial for my parents. It was something I couldn't wrap my mind around.
But now that we were here, standing in front of the place where I was raised. It was harder than I could have imagined. I wanted to cry; I felt like I so desperately needed to, but it was stuck in my throat.
Pete said a few words, wearing a worn tan suit. He held a bouquet of wildflowers he said were my mother's favorite. By the time he was done talking, the stems of the flowers were picked apart by him. I could tell he was trying to reign in his grief, but now, of all times, wasn’t the place for that.
He had chosen stones and had my parent's names etched into them so they could be part of the earth as they would have wanted, not to st
