Dec 31, 2025
A drag path but it's the stones at my grandparents graves left by my ex best friend of nearly a decade. My parents and I standing in the cemetery knowing no one visits grandpa. Staring at the grave of a man I never knew, forced to remember just another person I lost. The stones tucked into the earth by someone I no longer know. The knowledge that there are two more stones each of us left at our classmates grave. A relationship transcending generations changing the narrative her great grandparents wrote. Her part in my life etched into the world alongside their gravestones.
