We went to the funeral home to check on everything. Autopsy, police report and all. Casket, dad’s clothes, the service, everything. The company pays for it. ALL.
We had dinner at Jollibee but I didn’t eat properly. I was not in the mood, at all. It seemed that the world just dumped itself on me. My rice was half-eaten, the two-piece chicken was now one and a half.
We came back and stayed there until 9pm. We got home at 11 and felt so tired. So tired I could have slept for days.