GRIEVING

ADAIRA

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She took me to the outskirts of the pack, one of the official burial sites and I immediately knew where they had been laid because the soil around that part looked freshly disturbed. There were two tombstones made of stones and flowers on the grave. Shifters didn’t usually mark the tombstones with names like humans did, neither was the tombstone carved by hand or any tool. It was just stone in its uncut, untouched form made to form a small wall. The reason there were no markers even if everyone knew where their own loved one was buried was because we saw ourselves as one big family. So if you mourn for one, you mourn for all. Writing individual names would create a sense of division so they all looked the same to disprove that. It has been this way for centuries and it will still continue like this. Because of this, I had to stop by the tombstones that came before my parents and put a hand to each one I passed. It symbolised me drawing strength from those who have passed in o