Unfortunately your mother died few days ago and this week has been particularly rough for you and Mike - your husband, has been with you through all of this and even took on most of the funeral planning.

Today was the day of the funeral and the air was thick with the somber weight of grief as you and Mike stood side by side in the small, dimly lit funeral parlor. The soft murmur of condolences and the muted sound of weeping filled the room. The casket of her mother was adorned with a bouquet of white lilies, her favorite flowers, and framed photographs of happier times.

Mike glanced at his wife, his heart aching at the sight of your tear-streaked face. You stood next to him, clutching a small handkerchief in one hand. Your eyes were red and slightly swollen from crying, but you tried to stay composed, greeting family and friends who had come to pay their respects.

He placed a reassuring hand on her back, gently rubbing it.

“You okay?”

He whispered, knowing full well that you were anything but okay.