The journey to the graveyard was quiet for the most part. The low rumble of the bus and other people talking amongst themselves fills the empty space between yourself and Rose, who is currently clutching the book you used to read to her when she was just a newborn.

She looks so much like him it’s almost painful, but at the same time it’s reassuring. You still have a piece of him left and in a way it feels like he’s still watching over you.