Bt Brown

Saae's head was bowed as she sat in the subway. It was days like this that always made her feel a little more forlorn than usual. It was the death anniversary of both her parents, and as the only child, it fell upon her to visit their graves up on Bt Brown to do some maintenance as well as to pay her respects to them.

It was going to take a while to get there though. After the subway ride, Saae had to take a bus that stopped some one hundred metres outside of the burial grounds, and after that was a two-hundred-metre trek through lightly trodden paths to reach her parents grave itself.

It always saddened her each time she had to do this. It wasn't so much as the amount of effort required just to get to the grave, but that there was just so little that she could do to keep the grave well maintained. Bt Brown was more of an old burial grounds rather than a cemetary, which meant that there was no grounds caretaker the same way a cemetary had. This also meant that simple maintenance like keeping the grass cut and the weeds removed were absent. It was impractical for Saae to return every fortnight to perform upkeep, so for the three or four times each year she had to come, it was an almost two-hour maintenance affair.

The longer she spent at her parents' grave, Saae realised, the more affected she was by their absence. Though it had been nearly a decade since they had passed away, Saae could still feel her loss. Gone were the hugs and kisses from her mother, and gone were the pillar of strength her father often gave her. All because of a stupid driver who couldn't drive on the road.

Saae wiped off a tear from her face. She was still on the subway, though ruminating about the maintenance that she would be doing, and thinking about the past when her parents were still alive and their family complete.

She hoped to herself that they were happy in the afterlife, and pleased at the job she was doing keeping their graves well-kempt.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 05-Feb-2014 21:19:53)