Since Albert’s passing, friends and neighbors had taken turns stopping by. Some brought food, others brought stories. Gwen appreciated the effort, even if it was overwhelming at times. She hadn’t cooked a proper meal since Albert passed, but the fridge was full of everyone else’s attempts.
She glanced at the clock and sighed. It was nearly time for her appointment at the church. She had a meeting with the pastor and mortician to go over the final details. There was still so much to organize. She hadn’t expected the process to drag on this long.