Excerpt
She turned on the radio to drown out the car noise. They were playing the song that David had sung to her when he had proposed. Tears came to her eyes. A little voice from the back seat, said, "Okay, Mama?"
"Yes, honey, Mama's okay. Just a little bit sad today." She pulled into the cemetery. Since there was no stone in place yet, she had to find Dave in relation to the trees and the other stones. He was in between two pine trees and down from "Winnifred Johnston, Beloved Wife and Mother." She reached into the backseat to get the flowers.
"Fowers," said Davey. From his carseat, he had picked every blossom from the bouquet. Scattered in the back seat were ransacked roses, limp lilies and decapitated daisies. There remained a vase full of stems and a couple of ferns. "Fowers."
Beverly was livid. She scooped up some of the flowers from the floor of the car and retrieved a couple of rosebuds off of the seat. Grabbing the vase, she angrily marched over to Dave's gravesite, throwing flower fragments--rose remains, deceased daisies and lifeless lilies--on the ground. She started yelling. "Happy Anniversary! You're supposed to get me flowers on our anniversary! You're supposed to be alive!"