The next day
*Colin*
The funeral feels like being in a surreal dream. We are holding it in a beautiful little church, and I know my mother and sisters have decorated it with flowers and candles.
I am sad to say that I hardly notice. I also barely register who is there, and still everyone's support means the world to me. Maddie is sitting on one side, leaning on me, being my rock.
On my other side is Bren. And honestly I am not sure what I would have done without him here. He is unapologetically holding my hand and hugs me several times, telling me it is okay. I am happy that he is like that, ashamed to show affection and support, right now I really need it.
Looking at the tiny coffin I get all choked up every time, I hate that they make coffins this small, I wish it was never ne
