Ending

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We had the funeral for Jack, people came they cried, we hugged, they left. It's how these things go. I went back home and I forgot about everything and everyone. People didn't come by any more, and I didn't want them too.

It was getting harder amd harder to remember anything. I slept and ate what ever my kids bought me from the store. It was very hard to get around and sooner that I expected, my eldest put me in  assisted living, which is just a fancy way of saying old as hell. The people there were nice enough, but I just stayed in my room.

I loved Seán, I really did. My kids, my friends, all of them left but not this one kid. Jacob, he helped me at my new house. He was a young boy, and we talked all the time.

"Mrs. Mcloughlin." the boy in front of me talked quietly. "Yes? Who are you?" I asked and looked around.  "We've been talking for a few months now, im Jacob. Remember?" the boy spoke again.

"And what is it were we talking about?" I asked the boy. "Your late husband. Jacksepticeye. I watch him all the time on the internet. You told me everything about him." He smiled and pulled his chair a little closer.

"Yes, my husband, he was great?" I said a little unsure. "Would you tell me about him?" I asked the boy not remembering anything about him at the moment. "I'd love too" the boy smiled. "A Life With Jack" The boy smiled.







Sorry this one is a little short. But the story is over. I really loved making this book. I think it's my best one yet. Please tell me what you think and tell me what I should write about next!!

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