Bucky didn't want to pry, but he'd seen him mom leave the house and knew something was up. The only times he'd seen her dress that way were the few times there had been services or meetings when someone died or disappeared. He hadn't heard of anyone in the few weeks he'd been there but he didn't want to bother anyone asking about when they were busy with the kids so instead he followed her.
When he realized they were headed to the wall he kept his distance. He wasn't meaning to spy on something private and it was one thing to see her sitting there, would have been something entirely different to listen to her. But, once he saw her curl up, he couldn't help it. He'd always been a bit of a momma's boy and he couldn't leave her there like that. He made his way closer and sat down next to her, leaning over til his head rest on her shoulder. He saw the name on the plaque in front of her then and understood it all.