Joeys POV.
3 days after Kylie passed away we had to figure out her funiral. We where getting her stuff out of her closet at the hospital when I found her "Death Thoughts" book. She had her funeral all planed out. So we stuck to that. She wore her pink blouse with pink flats. She wanted us to wear tuxes with pink flowers. After the funeral me and Shane went home. "Shane I'm going to make dinner. What would u like." I asked Shane while he was laying on the ground in the living room. "I don't want food." He said. Not moving a muscle. "Why?" I asked sitting down next to him. "I feel like shit Joey." "why baby?" I asked rubbing his belly. "You where so close. And I wasn't. I wanted to but I felt like I was getting to close. And I did." He said. Now crying. "Shaney," I said "She is in a better place now. She's not suffering any more. I got you something." I said as I pulled out one of her blankets. Shane took it and squeezed it. We had chipotle for dinner then went to bed. With Kylie's blanket.
