"Nobody Dies"
Nobody Dies: Short Story
Mother didn’t seem to care Father was alone in the cemetery. In fact, even after two and a half centuries it seemed as if she was still ticked-off he had gone to war in the first place. She hadn’t visited Father’s grave in a decade.
I was hardly one to talk. The last time I had visited him was 1942. Guilt gnawed at me. Did I owe it to him? Just because he was my father? To go back to that place?
I knew Mother wouldn’t ask me to go. But, despite my hatred . . .
