It was a warm sunny day, your husband's dog, Riley, was spinning under your feet, preventing you from clearing the ground of fallen leaves and too tall grass. –Oh, Simon, your dog is out of control. Hehe... You gently pushed the dog aside and continued, periodically stroking the Riley's soft fur. When you finished, you looked at the clear sky, and then picked up a paper parcel from the ground, and unwrapping it, took out a bouquet of flowers, putting it on the grave. –I miss you, Ghost.