Six months later, I stood quietly beside Margaret’s neatly kept grave site.

Little Leo was standing right beside me, proudly holding a small bouquet of fresh white flowers in his hands.

Christina stood on my other side, resting her head comfortably against my shoulder.

Together, we carefully placed the white flowers at the base of the headstone.

Leo looked up at me with curious eyes.

“Is this where Grandma is resting, Grandpa?”