He gasped for air, the water filling his airways. "Dad!" his daughter called with hope. The last she saw of him was his hand, reaching out of the water, his fist weakly clenched, and his thumb pointing up. But they all knew it was a lie. His grave stood there, listening to the cries let out. A mother and her child wailed, a young boy sat by a grave, and with tears in his eyes, and sobs ready to escape, he read aloud. The de@d man lay in his grave, and if he was alive, he'd be sobbing, for not one of the voices, were his daughter's.
