The Last Goodbye

How could a chance encounter at a grocery store decide someone’s fate? This and a hundred other questions ran through Amy’s mind as she sat cross legged on the grass, fingering the petals of the flowers she had brought. She always brought flowers; the same kind every time. He had enjoyed working in the garden in his spare time. Though his friends often teased him for this hobby Amy had enjoyed watching him through the kitchen window as he worked. It was one of the things she missed most. Amy would always remember how innocently it had all started. In the days and weeks following the events of the previous year she would always come back to that; how innocently it had started. She had spent countless hours dissecting everything that had been said, everything that she had done, wondering if she should have seen what was coming from the very beginning. For the first few months after it happened Amy had been compelled to visit this spot every day. Gradually this tapered off to twice a week and then to once a week. Now she came out once a month, always with flowers, regardless of the weather or what anyone thought. So many people told her that she couldn’t tie herself down like this. They told her she had to move on. Realistically she knew they were right, but it was so much easier said than done and she often wondered what they would think of the same advice if the situation were reversed.