Alex, get dressed, please” he’s been dragging his feet all morning. I can’t blame him. Who would be in a hurry to bury their mother after all, but still, if he doesn’t hurry, we are going to be late.
“I don’t want to go”, he gripes. He’s only five, so he doesn’t understand how much he might regret not being there one day, which is why it’s up to me to make sure he goes. We are in Denver at the moment. Jasmine had arranged the whole funeral, and she had wanted to bury Hannah next to her dad, so that was what we were doing. We were staying at Hannah’s house. It was hard being here. Not just because of the photos of her that hung on the walls or the fact her scent still lingered here, that was all difficult, but Jasmine had become very protective of everything in the house. If you so much a
