The days that followed were a blur of sorrow and disbelief. Time seemed to stretch and compress in strange ways, moments of unbearable grief alternating with periods of numbness. The house, once filled with Drew's laughter and energy, felt eerily quiet. Every corner held a memory, and the weight of his absence was a constant, heavy presence.
We gathered together to honor Drew’s memory, drawn by a shared love and a collective sense of loss. Friends and family arrived, their faces a mix of sorrow and empathy. The living room, which had witnessed so many joyful gatherings, now became a space for shared mourning. The air was thick with the scent of flowers, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the somber mood.
People spoke in hushed tones, offering condolences and support. There was a pa
