I had to tell Ethan about the funeral sooner than I expected because everything was arranged quickly and I didn’t feel ready.
I got dressed in black and finished my makeup while he watched me.
“I’m fine, you don’t need to hover.” I said.
“I think I do, you’ve been holding it together.” He replied.
“Someone has to be strong.”
“You’re allowed to break too.”
He took my hand and we walked to the cemetery where most of the pack had gathered.
The preacher spoke about my mother and everyone listened and when it was my turn I stood to give the eulogy, shaking at first but managing to get through it.
At the end everyone placed rose petals on the coffin as it was lowered, and we didn’t have a gathering because I knew I couldn’t handle it.
People gave their condolences at the cemetery, inclu
