Standing at the grave, was a young boy.

He was too young to know what was going on.

But yet he knew what was going on.

He knew that his dad will not come back.

He knew that he would have to accept the fact his dad is dead.

He knew that there would never be any more fishing trips.

No more playing catch with a baseball.

NO MORE!

 He sighed.

He left the cemetery, not knowing that his father would always be there.