18 months Later.........
I was now getting used to running the pack myself, being the Alpha I had been born to be, trained to be, but not having my Dad there was still hard. His funeral was an emotional day for all on pack. It showed the love and respect felt for him throughout our pack, from members young and old. To think he would never be with me again hurt.
I had tried to make it a day of celebration of his life, as well as mourning his passing. It had been hell, I have to admit, when inside I felt like I was falling apart, I could not accept he had gone.But with the support of my friends and my Dad's friends i had got through it. I had to, not only for the sake of the pack, but for the memory of my Dad too. He had meant so much to so many in our pack and it was important we all go
