Writing Butterfly Asa:part three

[Willow]

The last part of my short story...

I did not understand at the time how he could say that. But later when I found out he died it made sense. He knew. He knew he was going to die and that it would be over. He knew he would not have to fight anymore. It was all going to be OK.
At first, I thought he had committed suicide. However, the autopsy showed nothing was wrong with him. No illness had caused the death and he was not hurt in any way. That is when I realized his true cause of death. His heart had been broken beyond repair.
Well, five weeks later my parents separated. My mom got custody of me and we moved to a new town, far away from our old one. I think mom was trying to get away from everything, her divorce, and her son?s mysterious death. She cried a lot for almost three months. Then I think she began to recover. She joined a women?s group for women who had tragedy in their past. I think it helped a lot not having to face it alone and all. As for me, I spent much of my time getting accustomed to my new room.
It has been one year since my butterfly died. I visited his grave. I placed a bouquet of Freesias on his grave; they were his favorite flowers. I looked at his tombstone and smiled. The man who engraved Asa?s name on it also engraved a butterfly on it free of charge. He said if it made me smile that was enough payment. I wish Asa could have met that man. Asa would have liked him.
Now I am back in my bed, with one of my favorite books beside me. ?April is the cruelest month.? No. Eliot was wrong. April is not cruel. True, it is a month of death and cruelty yet at the same time it is a month of life and new beginnings.