Amy and I met Kristine outside the funeral home. She was sitting on the stairs staring off into space smoking a cigarette. "I thought she quit," whispered Amy in my ear. "I don't blame her I'd smoke too." We walked over to her. "Hey hun how you doing," asked Amy sitting next to her. "How do you think I'm doing I'm putting the love of my life 6 feet under, do you think I'm ok," she snapped and started crying. Amy hugged her trying to calm her down. " Kris, don't cry Jeff would want us not to, to be celebrating his life and move on with our lives," I said. "I can't." "Try." We all got up and walked inside.
A lot of people were here. Most of the people had to stand because the room was small. Amy and I sat between Kris, she look about to lose her sanity. Soon the priest came in. He started to talk about Jeff about his life, his friends and family. The he talked about Kris, how much he loved her. Kristine got up and left the room. I ran after her.
"Kris," I yelled out for her. I found her, she was in the middle of the street. "Kris," I yelled and ran to her picking her up and got her across the street. "Put me down, Matt," she yelled kicking and hitting me in the back. I put her down. "Kris are you crazy what the hell were you doing!" "I want to die" " no Kris no listen to me, Jeff loved you very much but he gone now I know it's hard to believe. He's want you to be happy and move on with your life" "I don't think I can," she cried. "You'll be with him again one day but not today" " What am I going to do now" "We'll get though this together ok, everything will be ok." I gave her a tissue and lead her back inside.