"What If" - Let My Aching Head Be Still
The rain came down in buckets and the water sluiced down the long overcoat she wore. It had been raining all day, but it didn't stop her from coming here. It was only water and she needed the small measure of comfort this place brought her. She still came here as frequently as she since last June.

Drenched to the bone, she stood there with a bouquet of flowers in her hand. Today they were tulips and daffodils. Spring flowers. Signs of rebirth. Signs of hope and promise in a place that held neither.

Tears spilled from her eyes only to be washed away in the rain.

"I miss you," she said barely above a whisper to the two gravestones. She placed the flowers between the two graves. She wanted to say more to her parents, but she couldn't form the words. The pain of losing them was still as sharp as the edge of a knife. She wanted to tell them they were all doing well and living their lives. She wanted to assure her father she would get the company back one day.

Nothing would come out.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat and took a deep breath, choking back a sob. "I love you," she eventually managed to get out. Head bowed, she turned and started walking away.