Etched In Stone

Today's been nothing short of horrible. Seeing his name etched in stone...in such a formal manor...just tore me up. I barely made it out of the car and had started walking towards it when I started to cry. I touched it, so cold...and the tears continued to flow, harder now. I touched his name. I ran my fingers across it...hoping that it felt like him...but it didn't. Jason is gone.