She had felt numb most of the day, after she came home she'd spent most of the day in her parents bed, her face pressed against her mother's pillow, just breathing in the soft familiar scent, learning it so much better now than she ever had in the past - and it was all that was left of her mother.
Dylan's letter was unexpected, as was the sentiment it contained and she found herself clutching the letter for a long time not sure if she could actually respond to it. She hated that she wanted him around even now.
It was hours later before she could pen a reply.
Dylan,
No, I am not okay, no where even close to okay. I don't know what to do anymore.
Will you come to the funeral? It's on Tuesday. Will you come on Tuesday?