Nobody wanted to talk to n/h in the state he was in. They were all too sad and afraid. Today was your funeral. Everyone went up to give flowers. N/h went up and have you your favorite flower, he felt a few drops of rain. N/h gently puts down the flower, the rain began to fall and it blended with n/h's tears. Your children came over to him, and told him it was time to go. "Dad we have to go." Said your daughter. N/h nods and got up. He walked home with his family and cried the rest of his tears on the bed he once shared with you.