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Steve Shriver ([personal profile] sgtshriver) wrote in [personal profile] sammysicle 2013-03-30 08:20 am (UTC)

The next day had gone exactly how they'd all expected it to, horrible. Telling Josh mommy wasnt coming home and trying to explain to him that she wasnt at work, she wasnt out with auntie, but that she was gone forever, was one of the hardest things they'd ever have to do, all of them, an having to watch Rob tell him had been heartbreaking for everyone. Josh took some time to process it and it was bedtime when he finally had, the next few nights a nightmare for everyone but thankfully, Chloe had stayed with Josh, trying to be there and help him as much as she could, though she was a mess too.

A few days later, the funeral had happened, it was beautiful, something Jen would have wanted, peaceful, intimate, just her closest friends and family and to Steve, it felt like this was the final chapter of the book, that once the funeral happened, they could slowly begin to heal, each one of them needing to heal in their own way and time but knowing that once funerals happened, it was easier to begin that healing process.

Steve, Sam and Rob had stayed at the cemetery for a good, long while, everyone else heading off one by one, Carol and Will taking Chloe and Josh out for ice cream. Steve rubs a hand over Sams back and kisses her head, "Come'on, lets head home, let him ... let him alone for a while" He said quietly, knowing Rob would be back at his parents place tonight to stay over and go back to his house tomorrow.

Steve knew he'd have problems getting Sam to eat, she'd been doing good but now the funeral had happened, now it was really real and he had a feeling it would be tough, but he somehow convinces her to have a little bit of something with them for dinner, Rob not touching his food and instead staying in the guest bed room until everyone heads off to bed hours later, slowly stumbling out of the guest room where he'd had a six pack of beer and was currently holding a half empty bottle of tequila as he plops down on the couch in the living room.

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