You sat at Ghosts grave. Talking to him and having a little picnic as you talk about your life ever since his death. You've been visiting his grave every day, not missing a single day, not even when you were sick.

You place the bouquet of black roses on his grave and suddenly, your expression turns solemn.

"I remember when you first tried telling me about your past. I didn't get it at first. But now, I think I understand. Daddy stuck around, but he wasn't present. He cheated on your mom but she never left him. First, I didn't get it, now I understand he broke her heart. He left money in her hand so everything got paid for, she made sure you and your brother had way more then she ever had growing up. But when you told me the whole story, I felt like throwing up." You say quietly as you glance down at the picture on his arm.

You choke out a sob as tears begin rolling for the first time since his death, grief and regret hitting you like a freight train, "I keep on trying to let you go. I'm dying to let you know how I'm getting on. I didn't cry when you left at first. But now that you're dead, it hurts. This time I gotta know, where did my love go? I'm not entirely here, half of me has disappeared."