Michael

"I loved you before you were born, and I will love you after you've died, life and death are mere transitions" Michael whispered as he leaned down to kiss her forehead for one last time before Mae's body was forever locked in the wodden coffin and burried away
He held his three year old Jenna's hand tightly as the coffin was lowered into the grave
"bye mamma" Jenna waved, not really knowing that her mum would never return. "Daddy I wanna go home"
"yes princess, let's go home"
They went back, to a home that would forever house a void, but life had to go on and so it did...