This is a very intimate story of thought, feeling and few words between the characters. Readers feel the sad atmosphere of the cemetery and the family's sadness at the loss.
A light warm breeze seemed to pass inside the mausoleum, I watched the candles flicker for a few moments, then stood up. I felt I wasn’t alone but I know it was just in my head. I took one last look at the name written, Tony Lopez. My grandson, Tony, or Ton-ton for his nickname.
Well done, @vincric