The early morning had promised a good day and that promise was kept.
When Daniel stood with his aunt and watched the coffin being lowered into the grave, he whispered something that nobody else heard.
And then, as the first shovel of earth landed with a crash, he took his aunt’s hand and they turned away, listening to every sound as the hole was filled back in.
When he felt another hand in his, he knew it was Rosie’s without even looking.
‘It’s the what not the why, just like you said,’ she whispered as they walked on.
‘I know,’ said Daniel. ‘We can be anybody we want to be, no matter what happens. It’s up to us to be whoever we want.’
‘And we can be anyone, can’t we?’ said Rosie.
‘Yes, we can be all sorts of possible.’