When they told me that they were finally finished, I lowered her gently into the cold hard stone.
“Love you, Dolly,” I said.
Then I replaced the granite cover.
I didn’t want to stay there and listen to everyone’s feelings about her because I knew I would lose it.
I looked up into the sky while they all eulogized her.
I felt something sharp being shoved into my hand.
I looked down and saw it as the rock they had each used to carve a piece of her into the stone. Charlie nodded at me.
I walked toward her above ground casket with it in my hand and proceeded to start carving her roses into the hard stone.
I made a pretty design for her; leaves, stems, everything.
As I etched the last rose in, I stopped.
From inside the small stone tomb I could almost swear I heard her sigh.
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