Chapter 3 – The Funeral
Sara loved her baby. She was very small and very cute. She was doing well considering how premature she had been. When Charlotte was two days old, Sara had her in her arms. She had just finished breast feeding her little baby and she was holding the sleeping child tenderly. Charlotte yawned and moved her arms around. Sara gave a little smile as she held her finger to the baby. Charlotte grabbed it as her eyes fluttered open. Sara smiled wider and cried at the same time. The baby cooed and yawned again. Sara held the little baby and realized, for the first time, that she was on her own.
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Sara was in the hospital for quite awhile. The doctors were hesitant to let her go home because of how stressed out she was. The nurses helped her with the baby as much as they could.
About a week after Charlotte was born there was a funeral for Alex. They let Sara out of the hospital for the day and she went with a heavy heart. She sat on the couch the entire time, barely talking to anyone, and no-one could blame her. Before the service started Sara went up to the coffin to say her goodbyes. Tears slid down the varnished wood as Sara mumbled her goodbyes to her husband.
Sara sat in the first pew during the service. She hardly moved a muscle. She listened as Alex's parents and sister said their goodbyes. Next a few of his friends went up and said heart stopping condolences. She sat there listening to these people tell how much they loved him. How short his life was. How much they would miss him. When everyone was done and the priest had finished his prayer a few of Alex's friends stood up to carry the coffin away. Sara stood up to follow them out. As she walked she felt her legs give and she collapsed into sobs. Dylan came up behind her and helped her into a sitting position before picking her up. He carried the shaking body out behind Alex and whispered comforting words through his own tears.