***
Spring became into summer, and each visit brought new flowers to Danny’s grave. June daisies. July sunflowers… fresh, always Fridays before Sunday visits.
Some hot August morning, I decided to visit the cemetery early. I might capture my strange flower-bearer. Since Alice couldn’t come, I traveled alone.
The cemetery was silent. Groundskeepers cleared around a memorial. I recognized the elderly man with aged hands who usually nodded graciously when we met.
I yelled, “Excuse me,” approaching him. “I wonder if you know something.”
He paused and turned, wiping perspiration from his brow. “Morning, madam.”
Someone constantly leaves flowers at my husband’s grave. Ever noticed who?
No thought was needed by the groundskeeper. Ah, yeah. Friday guest. His arrival has been regular since last summer.”
“He?” My heart raced. A guy visits every Friday?
“Yes, ma’am. Quiet guy. Mid-thirties. Dark hair. He always brings and arranges flowers. He also takes time. Sits and chats occasionally.”
Options rushed through my head. Danny had numerous friends, former pupils, and teaching colleagues. Someone so dedicated?
Would you…? I paused, embarrassed by my plea. If you see him again, could you snap a photo? I just need to know.”
The groundskeeper nodded slowly after staring at me. I understand, madam. I’ll attempt.”
“Thank you,” I said, relieved and nervous. It signifies more than you think.”
“Some bonds,” he observed, glancing at Danny’s headstone, “don’t break even after death. A godsend, in a way.”
***
Four weeks later, while folding clothes, my phone rang. Name of groundskeeper displayed on screen. I gave him my number in case he learnt.
“Ma’am? Thomas from the graveyard. I got your requested photo.”
My hands trembled as I thanked him and promised to visit that afternoon.
I entered the cemetery in late September’s fresh air. Holding his phone awkwardly, Thomas waited near the caretaker’s shed.
“He came early today,” he said. “I took a picture behind the maple trees. Hope that’s not intrusive.”
Not at all. Much obliged.”
Thomas gave me his phone, and I froze at the screen.
