Well this is still not a picture. Also I figured hey, the last one was cute, I need something a little sad that can balance the cute out. Is that wrong?

Ethan stood, holding five small bouquets of white flowers. He was standing in a field, a few trees visible every once in a while. The field was grass though many stones were visible, beautifully sculpted, wonderfully decorated or just nicely engraved stones. Stones standing for the dead, marking there last resting places.

He was standing over two gravestones, one stone reading 'Marylyn Pierce' and the other reading 'Otto Pierce'.

Ethan sighs sadly, looking mournfully down at the stones before kneeling to set a bouquet in front of each head stone "why?" He asks quietly, addressing the head stone of his younger brother, Otto.

"Why did you leave me? I lost both of you in the same year"he murmurs, tears running down his face. He obviously wasn't talking about loosing his mother and his brother in the same year because of the death dates, his mothers being several years before his brothers.

"My lord, perhaps it's time we get going" a woman says from behind Ethan, resting a hand on his shoulder.

Ethan sniffs quietly and wipes his eyes "not yet Harper, I have three more graves to visit" he says, turning to look at the older women before stepping away from her.

He heads down a ways to three gravestones, obviously a family. The only one that truly interested him was the one in the middle, a child's who at his death was near the same age as Otto. "I'm sorry I didn't visit sooner" he mumbles to the gravestone. "I couldn't...I couldn't bring myself to, not after loosing both my brothers".

He kneels down next to the graves, his head down as tears drop to the grass. He regretted not coming the this families graves every sense there deaths a year ago. "I'm sorry" he murmurs "I couldn't protect either of you" he says, laying the flowers on each of the three graves before rising to his feet.

Ethan turns to look at Harper, nit even saying anything as she moves over, pulling him into a hug. He sobs silently, his head rested against her shoulder as she rubs his back.

"Please...can we leave now?" He asks, his voice sounding broken.

Harper just gives a slight nod and takes his hand, carefully leading her younger master away from the graves of his child hood friend and his friends family, leading him past his brother and mothers graves.

Just seeing the two graves again made him burst out into fresh tears, strangled sobs breaking the silence as Harper leads him out.

Once every week for the next year became the same sorrowful story. Followed by once every month for the year after that.