She placed the flowers on his tombstone and brushed the dirt and grass off of it. The tombstone read, Henry Alexander 1946-2005. Loving husband, father, friend. They had been through good times and bad, like most married couples. With their love and strength, they made it through. She sat down beside his tombstone and told Henry about her day and what the grandchildren had been up to. She laughed at the silliness of their three grandchildren, ages 15, 10, and 5. She knew Henry was laughing with her, too. He loved his grandchildren; they always called him Papa Hen. He spoiled them rotten, while also teaching them life lessons that he hoped they would apply. As the sun began to set, she gathered her things from around her husband's tombstone. Kissed her hand, then placed it on his tombstone. Telling him that she loved him and would be back on Sunday.

    Mary walked through the cemetery, heading toward her parked car on her way home. When she spotted a man coming in her direction, wearing a brown and black tweed jacket and corduroy pants. He was holding a black hat down on his head since it started to get windy outside. He seemed to be fighting the wind as he walked in her direction. Mary continued walking toward her car, taking her attention away from the stranger. Her mind was on leaving Henry. She hated leaving him here alone. She missed him a lot. She even missed his bad jokes, his too-sweet pumpkin pies, and even him always leaving the toilet seat up. But mostly she missed the way he looked at her like she was the best thing that had happened to him. A tear fell from her eyes just thinking about the love they had shared for over 30 years. Love that couldn't be replaced. She didn’t like being alone in their big house without him. Their children and grandchildren would come by and check on her from time to time, which was a comfort to her. It just wasn’t the same without Henry being there with her. Has she got into her car, she was startled by the stranger who was wearing a tweed coat and corduroy pants. He was standing in front of her. His face was red from the cold. He had a twinkle in his light blue eyes and a soft smile. His skin was a pale white, like he needed more sun.“ Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he told her as he just stared at her with his light blue eyes like he was trying to figure out something. “ That’s ok, I just didn't see you there, that’s all,” Mary said as she got into her car to drive back to a quiet house without her Henry. The man just stood there looking at her as she got in her car and started the engine. His facial expression had changed from being curious to sad. Mary figured he was probably here, like her, visiting someone he loved. Driving away without realizing it, Mary waved to the strange man as she pulled off in her car. He waved back with a sad expression on his face.

    After Mary got home, she thought about the stranger in the brown corduroy pants and tweed jacket. She didn’t know why. She just did. There was something about him that was nice but strange at the same time. She couldn’t quite place it. Has her week passed, and Sunday rolled around, it was time to visit Henry again. Every Sunday was their day together. Even when he was alive, they always spent Sunday just the two of them doing things they enjoyed together. Has she walked toward Henry's tombstone, something caught her eye. A picture of a man on a tombstone two rows away from Henry's. Mary walked over out of curiosity just to see the picture on the tombstone. When she got up close, she saw the picture was of the stranger she had seen last week. She was taken aback at first. Then she read the words on his tombstone, which said Alexander Price 1914-1970 writer, father, best friend. In his picture, she could see he was wearing the same tweed jacket she had seen him in last Sunday. Has she headed back to her husband’s grave. Her thoughts went to whether Henry would ever come back in ghost form. What would she say to him? She would first scold him for dying on her. Then she would cry and tell him how much she missed and loved him. She would also tell him, he didn’t belong in this world anymore. He needed to go back and rest. That’s what she would tell her Henry if she ever saw him again.