After a short while of walking through the park, we arrived at our destination.
A considerably quieter, secondary sub-section of Weinstell Park, and a place only those with heavy hearts would think to visit.
The Weinstell Cemetery.
Some people like to visit resting places like these every day.
If not every day, then maybe once or twice a week, a month, or every few months.
When I first heard about these kinds of places, I thought it made sense to visit frequently. After all, it meant you were able to connect with a loved one when they were gone, share memories, or remember the times they were still with you.
I and Sona both thought the same way once, and we thought nothing of it.
But then he left us.
And it was only after we were alone that we realised.
It didn't make sense to visit every day, every week, or even every month.