There I was. Standing in front of where they had been buried.
It had been years since I have wanted to stand here with a head held high so I could not only tell them, but show them how much I have grown.
The serene and sunny day was perfect for paying respects. I felt as if the calmness of the air allowed my thoughts to pierce through infinity and reach them, wherever they might be.
I was passed several sticks of lit incense. I took the incense, and felt the grainy rough texture of the bright red lower section as I stood in front of the tombstone. I held the incense close to my face and closed my eyes.
Bow once. Bow twice. Bow three times.
This moment felt peaceful. It was cathartic and all the regret I held in my heart drifted away with the smoke of the incense. I was certain that whatever my heart was saying could be heard.
I stuck the incense into the dirt and then I pressed my hands together and held them close to my face. I closed my eyes again.
Bow once. Bow twice. Bow three times.
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