Shortly after the news broadcast ends the phones start ringing.
People calling to say they're sorry for our loss.
It's then I realize I can't go home tonight.
Not back to our house…not alone anyway.
You're mother must be able to tell what I'm thinking because she offers for all of us to stay here.
We all agree.
I don't think any of us are ready to be alone just yet.
And that's when it hits me…you're gone, and now I'm all alone.