The ride home was long, with sadness filling the air. Now the pain was double and I felt an emptiness in my chest.
Robb was serious too before I took off, but I could tell he was also avoiding the matter to allow me some space. This day was going to be hard and long, a reminder that my mom is gone. Forever.
Before, I could never fully comprehend why the day of the funeral was always harder than the one you find out you lost someone. Maybe it was because when my dad died we had been already mourning him days before he passed and I had my time to say goodbye.
This time it was different. It was my day to say goodbye.
It was getting harder and harder to breathe and as I came closer to the house the pressure on my chest increased.
When I got in it was still early, but Chris had already set up a good amount of the chairs outside. I went to the back garden first, leaving my suitcase by the front door to check on him.
