Ginnie***The cemetery was silent as I stood in front of the grave, unable to move.For five years, I had imagined what it would feel like to stand before Lily’s grave finally. I had imagined myself being strong.But now that I was finally here, no words could make their way past the lump in my throat.My eyes remained fixed on her name carved into the stone. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the grass in front of the grave. My fingers trembled as I reached forward and touched the cold surface.“Lily…” My voice broke. “My baby.”A sob escaped my lips. I covered my mouth with one hand, trying to force it back down. But another followed. Then another, until I could no longer hold anything back.My fingers tightened around the edge of the gravestone as I bent forward, my shoulders shaking violently.“I’m sorry for not being there on the day you were buried,” I whispered.That was the part that had haunted me the most.I had been somewhere else that day, fighting to survive while my little
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