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They said that grief was a strange thing, it tears you apart, leaving scars that are invisible; but they also said that this pain, this dull ache which holds you in its clutches would diminish over time. Then why is it that even after ten years, the pain still seems like a fresh wound, the skin around it like a sore infection, which refuses to heal?
Janet stood near the tombstone of her dead husband and wiped away the tears that had begun to form from the corner of her eyes. He had promised he would be there with her forever; he was the one who held her hand as she battled breast cancer and he was the one who had wiped away her tears and fears as she lost her hair to chemo.
But today, as his tombstone stood blurred before her eyes, she smiled for the first time in a long time seeing the tiny yellow flower which had grown beside it, keeping him company; he was no longer alone and strangely enough, neither was she.