Campbell stood in front of the grave. This was the one grave that was the hardest for him to visit. The grave of his best friend…his brother.
“I’m sorry, Dev. I shouldn’t have left you at that party. I should have stayed with you.”
He hadn’t told anybody that he felt guilty for leaving without Devin. If he had stayed, he might have been able to stop Devin from trying the meth for the first time…the first and only time. He may have been able to prevent him from dying of an overdose.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head to see Clare. He hugged her then stepped back and looked at her.
“How are you doing?”
She shook her head and wiped at the tears on her cheeks. “I didn’t know he had done anything. He went to the bathroom and didn’t come back. I should have stayed with him.”
“You didn’t expect him to go in there and get high. You can’t blame yourself.”
“And you can’t blame yourself for not staying. He was going to go home with me that night, so you were free to leave and enjoy your night with Rita.”
He knew that what happened was not his fault, but that didn’t stop him from blaming himself for not being there.
He sighed and looked at the grave.
“We’ll get through this. We all will. We have each other to get us through.”
Clare nodded and put her head on his shoulder. “I’m going to rely on you to tell this baby stories about it’s dad. You have so many more of them that I do.”
Campbell smiled thinking about it. “You have plenty of stories of your own to tell. You spent almost as much time with him as I did.”
She gave a little laugh thinking about it. “The Three Stooges. Isn’t that what your dad called us?”
Campbell nodded. “Larry, Curly, and Moe.”
“Now Moe and Curly don’t have their Larry.”