people wanted more, so here you go (sorry in advance) 3
The next few months flew by in a haze. The office had given Jim a month off, for grievance, but he hadn't been back yet. He almost never got out of bed, and if he did, it was never before noon. He dragged his feet, the house was a mess. He hadn't gone into Cece or Philip's room, he couldn't make himself. He'd only go into him and Pam's room once, to get his clothes. He sleeps on the couch now. People call the house phone, but he doesn't answer. He doesn't answer his cell either; he doesn't want to talk to anyone. He doesn't want to hear any more people say "I'm sorry".
Jim lay on the couch, clutching between his hands the blanket Philip had with him in the car that day. He was holding it so tight that he was cutting off the circulation in his hands. His eyes snapped shut and he started to fall asleep.
Jim remembered that day. He remembered it as clearly as if it had just happened. It was the last day he remembers having something to wake up to.
...
It was 9am, the alarm went off. Jim's eyes opened slowly and he reached over to turn the alarm off. There was nothing in the world he wanted less than to wake up that day, but he did. He woke up and walked to the kitchen. His outfit was set out on the table, no doubt by his mother. She's stopped by last night, to help him with some last minute things.
Jim walked over to the table and picked up the black shirt lying there. He made his hand into a fist and threw it back down. He didn't want to look at it. His feet trailed themselves over to the bathroom. He looked up into the mirror. He needed to shave, but he wasn't going to. He needed a haircut, but he wasn't going to get one. His eyes had dark, black circles under them, but he didn't care.
The next thing he can recall, he's sitting in the back seat of his parent's SUV. He's looking out at the trees passing by the window. He's pretty sure his mom is trying to say something to him, but he's toning her out. He doesn't care. Nothing matters anymore anyway.
The car pulls up to the cemetery. Jim stops looking out the window and looks down at his feet. He was wearing the black shoes Pam bought him during their honeymoon. Jim stopped thinking about it.
The next think he knows he's standing beside 3 freshly dug graves, and 3 bright, new caskets; one big, two small. He couldn't look at them. People were standing all around him. Everyone from the office was there, but he couldn't look at them either.
They all approached him sometime during the whole thing, offering condolences. He didn't say anything back to any of them.
Then, suddenly, the caskets were gone and the graves were filled. People were leaving, but Jim didn't want to leave. Jim wanted to stay with Pam, Cece, and Philip. He never wanted to leave.
But he did.