Richard and I just sat together on the balcony looking at the stars.
I wondered about the future. Marriage ,a job, my child. My head was buzzing with thoughts.
"Let's head in its getting cold."
I hadn't realized how cold it was until he said that. My hands were numb and my face was red.
We walked back into the warm house and made tea.
We sat down at the table to discuss a funeral.
"I think we should only have family. A small one. Dad never really liked big gatherings." Richard said.
"Agreed. It will be held in three days. That should be enough time to get everything in order."
We talked for another hour or so before we finished the plans. We called everyone we needed to call and made reservations for the places we needed.
"Rose it's 11:30pm. We should get some rest."
"Alright. Just let me finish my tea."
He walked upstairs and I put my head down and sighed. I felt a warm hand on my back. I turned around to see who it was.
John.
