May 11, 2010
It rained that day. Like the sky was mourning her too. Will Francis stood with his daughter, Gwen, as the priest droned on. He didn't feel the raindrops on his skin. He didn't feel the cling of his dampening clothes. He didn't feel much of anything that day. He was numb, completely numb. He was aware of Gwen, clutching his arm. He was aware of everyone else there, some trying to pull themselves together, some just sobbing. He was aware of the rain-slicked tombstone that read
Beloved Wife and Mother
April 13, 1973-May 5, 2010
He was aware, but he didn't feel. He doubted he would ever feel anything again.