*Rosie Fay-Donovan*
Needless to say, the funeral was awfully painful. I felt suffocated most of the time, remembering the day I had to bury my father a few years ago. All those men surrounding the coffins with their black clothes—it all felt too familiar to me.
Archie was by my side the entire time, holding my hand and making sure I didn’t feel alone, but in my heart, I was struggling to find it comforting enough on that cloudy afternoon.
The day went by and I barely realized it. My head felt like it was empty, void of any thoughts. I was barely existing, automatically going through daily chores like taking a shower and brushing my teeth. I didn’t feel hungry and only managed to drink some coffee after the funeral because Archie insisted I put something in my mouth before I passed out.
I definitely did not want people having to take care of me if I fainted, so I accepted, but it had never tasted as bitter before.