Faith POV: I felt someone touch my shoulder so I tunred around to see who it was. "Hey honey, why don't we go take our seats now so the preacher can start the service." My mom said. I nodded my head and wiped the tears from my eyes. We took our seats in the front pew of the church and the preacher went up to the podium. I tried to listen to what he was saying, but I couldn't take my eyes off the casket. "Ladies and gentlemen, today we are here to say goodbye to an amazing man. As we mourn the death of Richard "Rick" Smith, I would like for you all to keep in mind his loving and devoted wife Faith." When he said my name I felt myself snap out of the trance like state I was in. For the first time since the funeral started, I took my eyes off of Rick's body. As I looked around the room all I could see were people staring at me. They all looked sad, but I can guarantee that their sadness in no way compares to how I feel. I feel like my life is over. It might as well be over. I've lost everything, so what's the point of living anymore?
