It's raining today. Not just raining, but pouring. Almost like someone forgot to turn off the water in Heaven.
It must be Henry.
With my children standing by my side, I can't help but cry. It has been almost nine years since his death, and I still cry every time I think of him.
My children and I are about to leave, but I stop when I notice a couple walking towards us. I place my hands on my children's should telling them silently to remain still.
The woman places flowers by the grave, and wipes the tears from her eyes. The man puts his arm around her, but keeps his head bent.
I wanted to say something, but then out of the corner of my eye I notice someone else coming up to us. The man is noticeably short, but I can tell that this man knows exactly what he is doing. He places his own flowers by the grave, and shakes hands with the man, and shares a smile with the woman.
I can tell that the children are uncomfortable, but I didn't want to leave until I knew who these people were and how they knew my husband.
When I finally get the nerve to ask the tall man who he is, my youngest tugs on my coat, and points to another couple walking towards us. The tall blond haired man holds two young girls hands, while the woman he is with carries a small boy. The couple stopped at the grave, and while placing flowers, exchanged quite greetings with the rest of the group.
All of a sudden I was nervous. Who were these people?
I was so perplexed that I didn't see another man coming up behind me. The man, with an obviously big nose, placed flowers by Henry's grave, and exchanged greetings with the group.
"It's raining pretty hard," the tall blond man said.
"Almost like someone left the water on in Heaven and forgot to turn it off," The other tall man says keeping a tight hold on his wife.
"Must be Henry," the group says together with a chuckle.
And as quick as it started the rain ended.
And everyone at the grave could have sworn they heard Henry say:
"Oh, well you know..."