“Mommy, what are we doing?” Johnny asks.
“We’re going to go see…someone.” You say, not knowing what to call him at this point.
“Will I like them?” Johnny tugs on your arm.
You pause for a second. “Yeah.” You finally answer. “You would’ve loved him.”
“Well that’s good.” He nods.
How little he knew how much this was killing you.
“So mommy, why are we at the cemetery? It’s spooky.”
“I told you we’re going to go see someone.” You say, making your way to his headstone.
“Oh,” Johnny whispers, realizing from your tone you didn’t want any annoyance.
“Here.” You say, stopping in front of the grave.
“It says… Da-ll-as Wins-ton.” He had just learned to read.
He looks up at you, a bit confused. “Mommy, I’m Johnny Winston.”
“I know.” You say, biting your lip.
“Mommy… Is this-“
“Yeah, buddy it is.”