I walk up to the casket. Tears have been rushing down my face since I walked in. Her hands are white. I try hard not to look away. A hand falls on my shoulder. "You okay?" It's Jessie.

"Yeah." I move to the side and stand next to Mom. "Where's Dad?" I ask.

"He's with Lucas," She responds.

"Oh." I look back at the casket. Josh is putting a family portrait of him and the boys in. I look back at him. He is trying to hold back tears. The dam breaks. I look away. A lady, I suspect her mother, puts her hand on his shoulders. She says something in his ear. He walks over to us and stops next to me.

"What'd she say?" Mom asks.

"To make sure to take good care of her grandchildren. They're all she has left."