Today was the day he was going to tell him. He was going to tell his son who he was named for. They left with a bouquet of flowers and hailed a cab.

The ride to the cemetery was quiet. As soon as they got there, his son began to ask questions.

"Why are we here?"

"I want you to know who I named you after."

"He's dead?"

"He took his own life" he sighed, "because of me"

The two stopped as he let the tears fall. His son squeezed his hand in comfort. They continued.

"He was the greatest man I ever knew. Brave, selfless, brilliant. We were flatmates, colleagues and best friends, solved cases together…but disaster soon tore us apart…and he…"

They stopped again, he sobbed, "I should have been faster; been there sooner!"

The rest of it was in silence until they got to the grave.

The boy's eyes widened, two graves side by side. One black and one white. He looked at his father, with eyes asking of the black gravestone.

"From my past." He handed the flowers to his son and gestured to the white stone.

Slowly, the boy walked to the grave stone and placed the flowers on it, then ran a hand over the words.

JOHN HAMISH WATSON
Son, Brother, Friend
He Always Believed