Dedicated to SweetHoney121

Dad went inside. It was our first night in the cemetery, and I'm ordered to stay up for four hours, until my dad wakes up and takes the next shift. I took out my flashlight and stepped through the darkness, careful not to step on any graves.

Then I heard the rustle of leaves...then I saw the outline of a female figure, sitting down on a stone bench, in front of Robert Trip's grave. How do I know his name? I had to memorize all the poor souls who have passed and their grave's location.

All of a sudden, I heard a soft voice.

"Daddy? Are you there? Never mind, that was a stupid question. I just wanted to say....I love you. And I miss you. I really hope heaven is doing well. Did you see Grandma? I bet she has forty cats. Let me guess....you want to know how life on Earth is. Trust me, life is horrible. I know you only died yesterday, but Kelli already forgot about you. The funeral was earlier this morning, and after, she went to a party with Harrison. Stupid guy. Mom walks around the house, looking even more tired than she usually is. And everybody keeps telling me the same thing: Move on with life. I want to, but instead I want to die and stay with you. The thing is.....I can't move on."