Aunt May's Grave Novels & Stories

He was Standing silently there and started looking around the grave area. Then we went back home. Aunt was still in the garden. We went to her and sat there. She was looking to uncle in an upsetting way. Then I looked at the uncle he was gesturing to her in a little bit of anger. Then I told them why they behave strange to each other. Aunt started smiling and told me that she had a headache. Uncle said to me, "Harry! Are you at peace now after seeing the grave?" Aunty told him what he meant after seeing the grave. She asked him which grave?. She had no idea that uncle took to the grave. Then he told her that we went to my mom's grave. Aunt started looking at me.

I want to start over as a new me, so I went to the province to My Aunt’s Ancestral House. I wasn’t really disappointed, Because the first time I set foot in Aunt Eli’s house was my cousin Mae’s face. She screamed like there’s no tomorrow, “ Cousin I miss you so much” Thank You for visiting us. I have many stories to tell you she said. My god I’m so excited you are in the right time because it’s our Barangay’s Fiesta. And has a lot of activities and games. And I’ll take you with me so you won’t get bored.

Noah’s already at the gate with Snowie, so we both wave goodbye to Becky and leave. ~~ The walk home is quiet. Noah's humming an old country song, oblivious to the fact that I'm walking slowly behind him, drowned in deep thoughts. Aunt May worked at an adoption center. She quit the exact year I was born. She never told me or Sally any of this and I can't imagine why. The bracelet flashes in my head again, and I feel like I'm going crazy, like it’s forcing me to see something invisible. Maybe I'm just tense. Maybe I need to relax. My parents died years ago, and Aunt May took care of my sister and me. That’s all.

Even though they'd died in service to the country long ago, that didn't stop Eva from using their reputation as national heroes for her own benefit. But in the end, they couldn't even rest in peace. When my younger sister, Lucy Stewart, saw our parents' ashes spilling on the ground, she let out an anguished cry and rushed over. She used her scarred hands to scoop up the ashes. "No… No…" Melissa kicked Lucy down in disgust, shrieking, "Get lost, you dimwit! Don't you dare sully Mr. Eckhart's roses! You think a moron like you can protect their ashes? Don't think so highly of yourself!"

"I don't know what Eleanor discovered, but I think she meant for you to find it. Whatever it is, Finn might be able to help." The room tilted. Maya gripped the doorframe. "My mother drowned. It was an accident." "Was it?" Caroline's expression was maddeningly neutral. "Your grandmother didn't think so." Maya fled down the stairs and out onto Main Street, her grandmother's letter burning like a brand against her chest. The past she'd spent ten years refusing to name was waiting for her in a blue Victorian overlooking the harbor. And apparently, so was a handyman named Finn Callahan who knew secrets about a night Maya had spent twenty years trying to forget.

I set the flowers softly on the earth with a sad smile. "Hey, May," I whispered. "How is heaven?" I felt a cool breeze touch my cheek, and a soft smile formed on my lips as I let it take over me. I missed her more than she'd ever know. On the way out of the graveyard, I noticed May's parents and quickly ducked behind a tree. Even from this distance, I could see that her mother was pregnant again. She smiled at her husband, and they looked genuinely happy again since May's passing. I didn't want to ruin that for them. So, instead of disturbing them, I turned around.

Maybe if Eallric Hancey had arrived at his home with Lene Woodye – the NCU TV reporter, and the essential tools and medicines needed as much as fifteen earlier than he did, Gerey Wysalt wouldn't be in his room, clipping his black three pieced suit together with shiny cufflinks in one arm – then the other, and Aunt Brione, putting on a black gown that reached below her knee – hugging her frame. Maybe they wouldn't be headed towards Gravy Cray Burial Spot to pay their final wishes, but...

She’d saved them, but their voices were gone. “Wait,” Toby said, shining his light toward the back of the cave. “Where’s Catherine?” Maya looked around. The little hole in the back was empty. Her aunt was gone. “She left,” Maya said. “She helped me, but she couldn’t stay. She’s got her own secrets.” They started making their way out. Julian held Maya’s hand tight, fingers tangled together. Outside, the sun was rising, painting the mountains in pink and gold. A new day. Just a normal day.

Aunt May. Merlin smiled, genuinely happy to see her, but knowing that this was anything but a social visit. "This is a dream" "You're getting better at this", Aunt May replied, returning her smile. "I'm a quick study" "I know", Aunt May nodded approvingly. "You have something to tell me" Aunt May paused, pursing her lips, before she responded. "Do not fear the Ancestors, they mean you no harm, but do not trust them either. Trust no one"

Aunt May was a naturally reticent person. Among everything she hated, she loathes bothering others. No one would believe that after suffering such a loss as that of her husband, she would not turn to friends and family for assistance, but instead, would depend solely on whatever she could make up for her survival.