Stung by Grief

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Here lies Angela Byrne

Beloved Wife

1981-2012

 

Michael stared until the words blurred behind his tears.  Everyone else had gone and he was completely alone.

Just him and his Angie.  His favourite way to be.

His mother had coldly told him that he was young, he would forget her, he would love again.  He found it hard to be angry.  He knew she didn’t mean any harm by it.

So many flowers surrounded the grave.  So many colours.  She would have loved it.

He wished he knew.  Had they done it?  Was there a tiny frozen baby within the body of his fallen angel?

He listened to a buzzing and imagined it was her.  Trying to talk to him from beyond.  The pain made his breath short and he fell to his knees almost hitting the bee feeding off the mourning bouquets.

The bee went deep into his leg draining the life from the both.

Three days later his mother went to put fresh flowers on the grave only for it to be reopened.

Here lies Angela Byrne

Beloved Wife

1981-2012

Here lies Michael Byrne

  Husband of the Above

The bee was mourned by no-one.

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