Somehow, a couple months had passed. I was either unconscious or unaware.

The only thing I know is that I’m at the cemetery, tracing people’s names with my fingertips.
‘Everyone has a story, you know’
‘you know all these people?’ Skyler was so naïve, it was comical.
‘No.. a few, but not all. But look here, Greg Sanderlin. He was born in 1936, married in 1957, only 21. His wife, Emily. She died only two months after him in 1997. They were married 40 years. He probably died before their anniversary though. Right when your life is about to get going, age 21, fresh and clean, he married his highschool sweet heart. They knew eachother for a long time. Dated all through highschool, snuck out on the weekends, went to college together. Their first true love, and only true love. He died of a heart attack. She died two months later of a broken life.’
‘you mean heart? she died of a broken heart.’