The only visitor Lisa allowed was her father. She couldn't take anyone else.
When he entered her house the day of the funeral she didn't say anything. The tears were lodged somewhere inside her for once...she wasn't sure where. She just leaned into him and let him envelope her in his arms.
Caylib knew, at least knew something was wrong. He stopped asking where Daddy was a week after his death. Lisa was glad for that. But his Legos went untouched and his usually cheery chubby face grew long and solemn.
She dressed him in a suit, his very first, for the funeral. He wouldn't wear it again, she knew that much. She knew she wouldn't wear her dress again either. It had been one of Jackson's favorites. Now she'd probably just throw it away.
Lisa dressed herself and made the bed. Her hand grazed Jackson's pillow. It was cold, void of his lingering body heat. Nevertheless she buried her face in it, inhaling the last whiffs of his cologne. The tears choked in her throat as she sobbed, her mind filled with regrets.
Later, she ushered Caylib out to the car and turned it on after the church services. She froze at the song playing from a CD Jackson had left in, an old Jeff Buckley one. The song she recognized well. It had been one of his favorites, one she begged him to not sing along to. It had annoyed her. She'd give anything to have him crooning now, next to her.

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
Lisa set her face hard and kept driving. She finally pulled up to the graveyard where everyone was gathered except her. But she didn't get out of the car yet, just began crying, her tears forming a perfect unison with the falling rain.

When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

Although everyone was waiting for her, and watching her, she didn't move. She listened to the lyrics even though she didn't need to. She knew them well.

So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in

Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

"But it is too late," she sobbed. Caylib looked at her.

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Finally she pulled Caylib from his carseat and joined the mourners. There weren't many. She knew they were only there for her.
When they left she tossed a few flowers on the grave as the rain fell harder. Her hair grew limp and sodden as Caylib ran back into the car. She called that she'd be there in a moment.
Jackson Rippner, 1977-2008.
Lisa shook her head as another wave of grief overcame her. She collapsed to the muddy ground on her knees and sobbed in ragged convulsions.
"You just left me," she screamed at the body below her. "You never said goodbye, you never said that you were sorry...I never got to tell you how much I love you..."
Movement behind her drew her attention and she turned.
"Lisa," a ragged voice said. "I'm sorry." She couldn't see through the curtain of fog and rain and assumed.
"Jeff?"
"No," the figure stepped closer. Lisa's heart stopped beating altogether as she gasped in air and ran to Jackson.
She cautiously outlined his face with her hand. Was she dreaming? Hallucinating? Was he a ghost?
"Jackson," she whispered, searching his eyes.
"Yes..."
"No..you died..Jackson.."
"Lisa, its me," his voice met a quiver similar to her own. She took his head in her hands and finally kissed him.