Unexpected Grief

Michael went to the cemetery to place some flowers on the grave of his dear mother.

He cleaned the headstone, said a quiet prayer, and then started walking back toward his car.

As he walked along the path, he noticed another man a few rows away. This man,

Arthur, was kneeling at a grave, holding on to the stone like his whole

world had ended. His voice carried through the air as he cried again and again,

“why did you have to die? Why did you have to die?” Michael slowed down.

He wanted to keep walking, but his curiosity got the better of him.

Arthur’s cries grew louder, echoing through the peaceful graveyard. It sounded almost