Alex's funeral commenced in an easy format. His family members didn't give me a hard time and I just went with it.
Luckily, I didn't cry. Even when Alex's coffin was being buried, I simply looked on. I was silent the whole time and just watched.
I sat down peacefully with my thoughts drifting like a row boat on the sea. It was exhausting!
Dad walked up to me and sat beside me. He placed a hand on my head and gave a weary smile.
"It's over!" He said and I looked at him. My eyes were red and swollen, so was my face.
I admit I didn't cry the day of the funeral but that didn't mean I didn't cry the previous day.
"Daddy?" I called with a low voice.
"Yes baby?"
"Can we go?" I asked and he looked at me solemnly.
"Where do you wanna go? Home?" I shook my head and looked up to the sky.