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**Chapter 2**
2 weeks later, at the funeral for Hannah, i am sitting at the front of the church. Still in a daze, so lost in my own head and heartache that i couldn't even begin to say what the minister said, or who came into the church to offer condolences. My daughter, who is 13 sitting next to me, just holding my hand is the only thing keeping me from snapping, or lashing out at the world.
I look over to her and she is crying for her Mom. I put my arm around her and attempt to console her, but how can a broken soul like mine offer anything to her. I just sit there and let her cry, and join her.
After the funeral was over, take my daughter and go back to the house. Walk in and notice that the house needs to be cleaned. trying to get back to normalcy, I start to clean up around my house. a few hours later, I stumble across what I assumed was my wife's phone, but it's the phone I don't recall ever seeing her with.
