Alex nodded. "Pink," he whispered, then blinked as a tear finally escaped. The blanket was as gone as their mother.
He dropped his gaze to the handful of earth, then reached for Roxanne's hand with his free one. "Yeah. We will..." He sat back on his heels, looking down into the grave. "I just want to sit here a while," he managed, then glanced over again. "I'm..."