Without Grace

Chapter 4

It's been two days and I still can't bring myself to think about Grace not being here. It's the worst feeling ever it's like somebody is trying to rip my guts out of my stomache. It hurts so bad but I gotta be strong for Heaven and Cooper. The thought of death frightens me. I mean your here, a breathing and living person than one second you take your last breath, and your gone. So today w have to go pick out a casket for Grace. Parents should not have to bury their children but vise versa. Children bury their parents. Life's a great, but for Grace she's not alive anymore.
We get in the car and I buckle the seat belt I turn around to the backseat and there is Grace's American Girl doll. I turn back and I don't look back to the back seat. I keep thinking about the doll though and watching her play with it on the way home from school when ever I could pick her up from school. Were driving down the high way, I roll my window down I lean back to grab the doll. I get ready to throw it out the window... and I feel Mark grab my arm.
"Don't.. she would love to be buried with it, trust me."
"Really, that's all you can say! Our daughter just died and all you say is don't she would want to be buried with it! Wow! I thought I could trust you in this marriage but I guess I cant."
We were quiet the rest of the way. Mark stayed in the car while I went inside to pick a casket. It was brown with pick on the inside, the casket was so small.
" This marriage is over," Mark said when I got back in the car.
" What! You got to be kidding me our daughter died and know were getting a divorce! Fine, whatever."