Chapter 84: It's time

~Wren~

The marble slabs glitter as the sun beams down as if a beacon on the dead. Highlighting their loss and what it means to us, our pack. I hate that we have two empty slabs. Two enormous gray and shiny hunks of empty rock are ready for the next names to be etched. It’s a sobering reminder that the dead are gone and the living will always follow. How we go and when we go isn’t up to us. Life is fragile and fleeting. All the living can do once the ones we love have left, is keep them alive in our minds and heart.

Originally, the entire area was going to be a meadow of wildflowers, something we give back to the earth, and in return, she would bring us beauty to console our aching hearts. But growing such things takes time–time we didn’t really have. So Sebastian and Tank suggested we plant some annual flowers and then next year we will prepare the ground for the wildflowers. Tank even said we should add some benches and stone walkways so people can come and reminisce with the people