For more than 15 minutes you continued to hug the tombstone which was wet from the rain you just wanted your parents back

the rain water doesn't wet you anymore when James ur husband hug you with the umbrella he holds in his other hand, his work jacket is soaked and also accompanies you with his cold face even though he is very caring

"You will be sick, let's go home" he whispered softly, hugging you from behind even though you were shaking with cold you refused to leave burial.