He held her in his arms until the very last minute. “I will never stop loving you,” he sobbed as their fingers intertwined.
“I know,” she breathed her last words.
Ten minutes before, she had been visiting her mother’s grave, feet from the angel statue in the cemetery. She knelt before her stone. “I missed you, mom.” She said, laying the flowers at the foot of the stone. As she turned, getting ready to leave, she saw her half-brother stumbling toward her. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, hey sis, it’s Memorial Day, remember?” He said drunkenly.
“You’re drunk. You shouldn’t be here.”
He pointed the bottle at her, liquid dripping. “I got as much right to be here as you do. Besides, I promised or have you forgotten?”
She shook her head, “not like this.”
That’s when he pulled out a gun. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, bitch.” He snarled and squeezed the trigger.
“No!” Another shout came from behind followed by rushing footsteps as she slumped against her mother’s grave.