I’m taking the day off from work today to go spend some time with him at the cemetery. That in itself is kind of odd. I probably wouldn’t have taken the day off if he was still alive. So many things were taken for granted. I always have tomorrow. I always have next time.
Or so I thought.
I probably will always will have tomorrow. I’ll probably live to be 120 years old, so that I can have all of my regrets revisit me each and every morning for as long as possible. Delaying my reunion with Mason for as long as possible. Stretching out my sentence.
That is what it is. A sentence. A Life Sentence. This is my punishment for all the things I have done.