Due to request, Abby's POV...
The funeral didn't work.

So, that evening, Abby went home, turned down the lights, and lit as many candles as she could find.

And poured two glasses of wine and forced herself to drink.

And put on a girly DVD and forced herself to laugh.

And opened up a photo album and forced herself to smile.

And put it all back, and forced herself to say goodbye.

Yeah, I think you get it by now. :P