How pathetic…was the only thought in my head. I stood there looking at the wet grass,the sky was dark-a beautiful mixture of light and dark grays. All that I could hear was the pitter patter of rain hitting something solid-like the 3 looming graves in front of me. The concrete grave was shaped like the ones you see in regular graveyards,it was dull except for the dark engraved writing on it: “Here lies Jasper Lee”. Ugh the pit in my stomach got deeper just the thought of who the grave was for…hurt. The smooth stone one looked a lot like the first one but a tad bit taller and the bass was much thicker but that was not what caught your attention,no it was the huge cross perched right on top of it. The dark engraving read:”Here lies August Lee”. Hmm I felt like I was almost suffocating,like the air seemed thicker to even breathe in…the pit grew bigger. And the last one-the black marble one was a simple shape,definitely standing out among the other ones. A square with a thick bass and grayish writing engraved in