Jessica through college.
Paid for everything.
Showed up every time.
Rarely complained.
But I had lost myself doing it.
And if he were still here, I thought he would have told me to stop years ago.
He would have said, “That’s enough, kid. Take care of yourself now.”
I sat there for ten minutes saying nothing.
Just breathing.
For years, the cemetery had made me feel guilty.
That morning, for the first time, it made me feel still.
Before leaving, I touched the top of his headstone.
I had kept
