*Celeste*
I can do this, I remind myself as I put on my dress. Randall loved this dress. He bought it for me while he was visiting another pack a few years ago. I’d told him I had no occasion to wear it, and he joked it would be perfect for his funeral. He didn’t mean it.
I couldn’t face going into my room still, so Audrey went in and grabbed some dresses for me. This was right on top.
“This is really nice, Les,” she told me, holding it up.
She meant well, but I lost it and collapsed into tears again. I miss him so very much.
Robert continues to come to check on me, but he looks so much like his father that it hurts. He raised a man to act just like him and I was so proud of that, until the moment he was gone, but there was a clone of him still here. It won’t always hurt, bu
