When Adrian was born, it was like the sun had come out after a long, dark winter. They were overjoyed, showering their son with love and affection.
Johnathan was an involved parent, and they were a close knit family. Hearing this after the death of their only child was a hard pill to swallow.
I watched as they lowered Adrian's coffin into the ground, a sense of sadness washing over me.
Dominic squeezed my hand, and I looked up at him, giving him a small, sad smile.
Maria's quiet sobs were like a knife in my heart, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
Johnathan wrapped his arm around his wife, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears.
I watched as the mourners filed past the grave, each one leaving a flower or a trinket on top of the coffin.
Johnathan and his wife stood by
