TIMOTHY POV
Timothy stood in the dimly lit funeral home, his head still pounding from a hangover. He had never imagined himself in this place, discussing the final arrangements for someone so dear to him. His mother was gone, leaving behind an ache that seemed insurmountable.
The funeral director, a somber woman with kind eyes, was patiently guiding Timothy through the various options. He listened, trying to make sense of the practicalities. There was so much to plan, but he didn’t know much about what his mother would’ve wanted once the time came.
As he discussed the details of the service, the floral arrangements, and the guest list, Timothy's mind kept drifting back to the moments he had spent with his mother during her final days. He hadn't been the son he wished he could have been.
