Death was a strange thing. Something that was almost out of bounds for the human mind to comprehend. How could a person who had been here for so long and was so important to you just be gone forever? It didn't seem fair. And yet, it happened anyway.

You stood beside Jack as he stared down at the mound of dirt, as if watching for any signs of movement. Any signs of life. The two of you had just buried his mother, Abigail, right beside the love of her life. Their graves overlooked Beecher's Hope in a spot that was actually rather serene. If the aura of death wasn't lingering in the air, it would be rather peaceful. How you were supposed to help comfort Jack was unknown to most.