The whole day sucked. Everything about it. Grandma cried. Pamela cried. Grandpa cried. I didn’t, but I fought the tears all day. Nothing went well. Food tasted like crap. I missed my mom so much, it hurt. She had always been there for me.
Every time I remembered how I had almost not seen her the day before, I wanted to vomit. My mom had been in the hospital, beaten to a bloody pulp, and I’d been caught up in my drama with Jeff. What kind of son did that? I hated myself so much, I shook.
My grandparents made arrangements for the memorial service. They’d decided not to have a funeral because she was being cremated. Her ashes would be scattered at a later date with just immediate family. School was starting back in two days, so they left a voicemail with the attendance department for me, te
