It's been 3 days since the passing of my father and I'm still not up to speed with it. James helped me plan his funeral and passing ceremony where we would burn my father to ashes so he can join the moon goddess. I look in the mirror and see myself for the first time in 3 days. I haven't eaten anything or drank. My cheeks are sunken in and i have dark bags under my eyes. My eyes are permanently puffy from crying and my hair is thrown into a messy bun. I'm wearing my black dress suit that my dad bought for me when I wanted to go for an interview for a job that I didn't get, and around my neck is the necklace he gave me on his last day. I hear a knock at my door and James pushes it open.
"Time for the ceremony Kat."
"Thank you James." I nod to him as he closes the door. I take a deep bre
