Chapter 17

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-Michael-

            I held a bouquet of orange daisies, pink lilies and yellow pansies in both hands. The smell of fresh cut grass never changed each visit. Sometimes this place had an eerie feeling. The graves surrounding me stood lopsided. I stared at the one in front of me. The most important one. I bent down and laid the bouquet in front of the tombstone. The words made me stop and think a moment each time they caught my sight.

 

Wife

Mercedes Miller-Winters

1987-2010

            I sighed and stood back up. My wife. My love. My everything. She passed away three years ago and I still have difficulty remembering her without crying. Some of the photo albums are filled with memories of her. Mercedes was the classy type of woman. She would always have good posture. Every time she sat in a chair, her back would be straight and she didn't slouch. Her blond hair and make up were always clean and neat. She dressed elegantly and never wore anything too revealing. The way Mercedes spoke, you wouldn't think she was born in America, but from another Country. Her personality was strong and she made sure her opinion was heard, but in a respectful manner