It was quiet. I sat on mybed cradling Mason in my arms; he was beginning to fall asleep but would haveto wake up soon. I stared down at my sleeping angel and smiled peeking the topif his head, I got up and walked to the window looking out at the land. It wasfoggy today and cold which goes with the mood we were all in. I lay Mason downon my bed for now while I get ready. Mason was dressed in a black suit that webrought him and his black and white sneakers. I slipped on my long laceddressed that reached below my knee; the arms were cut just below my shoulders.I decide to leave my hair down and just wear a black headband; I did the usualmakeup routine before pulling on my black long coat and black heels. To me, thecolor black symbolizes loss, pain, and grief and that was exactly what I feltr
