I forcefully wiped the tears away from my cheek. The saline water that was previously on my cheek had mopped away but instead blood was now stroked upon it. I stood up and looked down at Matthew’s now peaceful face. “It’s ready” Kilian said and i nodded. I grabbed Matthew’s motionless arms and pulled him up as Kilian pulled him up by his legs. I gently laid him down in the dug out grave and placed his hands on his chest in the same manner as the people in their coffins do. “Rest in peace” I said and took the shovel from Killian’s hand and put the first lump of earth in his grave. I walked away from the grave after that, as Rick and Kilian started filling it up again.
I started walking back to the truck hoping to find something we could use as a headstone. I spotted a short wide cylindrical shaped cement pole that we could use as a headstone. “Kili !!” I called out. “What is it ?” he answered back. “I found a headstone” I said. Kili and the Chinese man ran up to me. I simply pointed at the cemented pole. “It must be heavy” Chinese man said. “Yea, and so it won’t get knocked off. Plus it has rods coming off from both its ends and so we can dig the rods inside the ground” i informed. Kili and the chinese nodded their head and picked it up. Chinese man picked it up from above and Kili supported it by putting his hands as platform under the rock carefully not to touch the rods. They slowly and steadily started making their way towards Matt’s grave. “I’ll go and get the permanent market from the truck” i said and started jogging.
I returned back to the grave, the black permanent marker in my hands. Rick and crossbow man were patting the grave with their shovels, evening it out. Kili and chinese man had placed the cylinder at the head of the grave. I walked up to it and leaned down infront of it and started writing in the best cursive handwriting i could manage. The surface tips of the pole were rough and dented, but the body was somewhat smooth.
Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴏғ
Mᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ Dᴀʟᴛᴏɴ Dɪʟʟɪɴɢʜᴜᴍ
Jᴀɴ 8ᴛʜ 1980 -- Aᴘʀɪʟ 15ᴛʜ 2012
A ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ sᴏɴ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ.
A ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟs
ᴀ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ.
Hᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇ
“Lɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜʟʟᴇsᴛ, ғᴏʀ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ sʜᴏʀᴛ”
I finished writing on the headstone. It was the best I could do at the moment.
I knew i wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Or the night after.
I knew this day would forever haunt my mind.
I knew I would feel this pain again, but never be able forget it.
I knew I had lost my best friend for forever.