Novel & Cerita My Sister's Grave

In less than three minutes, she arrived at the cemetery, where she saw a couple standing in the far distance. Gracia became even more excited… ‘No! I must be going insane!’ She would never forget the last impression she had of her sister before she left their family—the view of her older sister’s back.

Unfortunately this time, I couldn’t. “Okay, Tobias. I will be there.” I said, defeated. If I knew this day was going to end up like this, I would have driven out of the state and gone somewhere far, where I will be unbothered. But still, I couldn’t break the tradition. Spending my birthdays on my sister’s grave has always been something that made me feel connected to my origin. Apart from that, I was just a Campbell in a name. “And Skylar?” He paused. “Yes?”

It's sad to say that Lauren just looked at the flowers with no signs of glee or affinity for this place. I met my sister's gaze and nodded at her, hoping she would take my hint. "Let's pick flowers, sis!" Lyn grabbed Lauren's hands excitedly. Good! My sister got my hint. I watched the women pick the flowers with great delight. A few minutes later, Lauren was catching up with my sister's sunny mood. I can hear her merry laughter from where I'm sitting. I smiled and rose to my feet, joining the women in picking up flowers for Granny Ursula's grave. I don't want to visit her tomb in the cemetery empty-handed. I chose the pink and white flowers with love.

Since then it's like I've been on autopilot. Feed the baby. Call Sarah's employer. Burp the baby. Meet with the funeral home. Change the baby. Bury my sister. I stare at the casket in front of me. Sarah lies inside of it. I can't believe I'm burying my baby sister. Genevieve, my best friend and coworker, sits next to me, holding the baby. She keeps trying to quiet his cries while the preacher drones on about the sanctity of life and the need to treat every day as if it's your last.

I asked as I rub the engraved letters in it. "I know that I don't visit you ofter, but please listen to me. You two are the only person that I knew that will listen." Since the two of you will just be there and I don't have someone that will listen to me since she already left. I want to ask something to them. I am currently in a cemetery, where my mom and sister was buried. How should I start? I haven't actually introduce them to her. She just knew that my sister died but she didn't knew about my mother's death.

When I opened my eyes, the clock read 5:00 AM. Alex's steady breathing beside me felt like a countdown five years of marriage ending in less than twenty-four hours. I traced the outline of the wedding band I'd worn since agreeing to marry my dead sister's husband. For Sam. Always for Sam. That broken little boy with eyes that had seen too much tragedy. "You can do this," I whispered, careful not to wake Alex. I slipped from beneath the covers, my bare feet silent against the cold hardwood. The predawn light painted the room in shades of gray as I made my way to the balcony doors, pressing my forehead against the cool glass.

I wouldn’t be surprised because that was exactly happened to me. She stopped exactly where I expected her to stop_ right at Frederick grave. The fear of dying by a car accident left and nervousness took over. She was the first to get down from the car. How I wished I could just stay right in the car and not do anything, but that was impossible because I was a big part of this. And with the way his sister was. If I as much try to run she was going to have my head. After taking deep sharp breaths, I stepped down from the car and stood before the grave just like his sister did.

She then called Santiago. It was still early in the morning, and Santiago had just woken up when he answered the call. "It's so early. What's the matter?" Santiago asked her. She said, "My elder sister sent me a letter and asked me to meet her in Room 307 of Renaissance Hotel." "We never came to places like this, but that was in the past. I think my sister has changed. Santiago..." "If anything were to happen to me, then please bury me anywhere except the Moore family's graveyard."

Pretending she could survive on her own, without love, without warmth, without anyone. But as she drove toward the place she did not want to go, she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep pretending. Grace's POV The moment I stepped out of my car and saw my sister's gravestone, the walls I had spent years building began to shake. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her name carved into cold, lifeless stone. My legs felt numb and my entire body froze in place, as if even the earth beneath me knew I had no right to be here.

Logan's was right behind it. They would gather together, standing in silence before my grave, words lost to the falling snow. The snow would continue to fall, the ginger tea would grow cold, and I… The pull intensified, drawing me higher and higher. I took one final look at my gravestone. Beneath my name, Ethan had written a line himself. "My little sister, born in spring, gone in fall. One lifetime was too short. I'll make it up to you in the next." Then the snow swallowed the world, and I could see nothing at all.