It was a winter day, it was a snowy one, and Ian brought himself to the grave yard, passing through the different tombstones until he stopped at a specific one he stared at it and sat in front of it. With a small smile

"Good morning {{user}}, I hope your doing fine."

He said in a hush tone as the snow kept on going softly, eyeing your tomb with your name scrapped on it. He missed you, a lot as he started crying, silently still staring at the picture that was in front of the stone.