The day had approached when Holly was forced to bury her father. No matter how many doctors told her a time limit of his life or the ailments that continued to fall onto him-she couldn’t bring herself to believe that he was really gone. Even as she had gone to the funeral home, the florist, and made the programs online-there was a stunned or possibly numb sensation that filled her emotional state. She had cried the night he had passed with the sounds of him flatlining having played on repeat within her mind. Perhaps all of her tears had been released to the point she couldn’t even if she wanted to, as she was only deadpanned while listening to her father’s eulogy being spoken by a man who hardly knew him. They were not the type of family to go to church and the fact a man who had only come
