Mrs Kent's P.O.V
Today has been hard,today has been Graces's funeral. Today has been strange, Tom volunteered to say some words about my daughter,a speech I thought might of been made at her wedding,stumbling through with the help of his supportive girlfriend, but what was strange was I felt his warm hand soothing my back, I want to pull myself together but I can't,I can't do anything until my baby is back, I want to stop being sad because I know how much Grace would of hated it.
I lie awake as my husband snores softly,I cannot sleep,especially knowing the majority of Grace's things are next door,I creep out of bed,tiptoeing around Tom's flat and into Grace's room,it is dimly lit from the hallway but I can already see it is a complete mess, her pyjamas are still stood upright from when she slipped them off,her bed is unmade,her scent still there. I move to her bed taking in her scent, taking in her,I drift my finger over her bottles of cosmetics,she was never really into it when she was younger,always a Tom boy,it would be a wrestle getting into a dress particularly that of her bridesmaids dress for her auntie Penny,god the fights she would have putting that wretched thing on,she came back later on after the reception of the wedding had begun with a huge rip in the net skirt and flakes of mud on her milky skin, she couldn't exactly hide it. Tom just laughed,my husband laughed, I scowled. I know wish I had laughed too,I try not to regret too many things in life but that I do regret.
I lift up Grace's jewellery box it is the same one from when she was little ,I offered to buy her a new one but she always refused,I guess this one held more sentimental value. I open it expecting to see her grandmothers ring,but it is not there, I turn the light on,making sure it is not missing in the dark but a vacant spot remains where Graces's ring should be, I try to reassure myself that it will be around somewhere,Tom will know where but it doesn't stop me panicking,I know how much she loved that ring. I don't sleep anyway as I return to bed,I still worry about the rings whereabouts and about my son and all the things a mother worries about. By the time the watery sun rises my eyes feel like lead and I somehow fall into sleeps embrace.