larrysexypaul

“Rob-” whatever words of comfort he was going to offer Rob were quickly cut off and he hangs up the phone slowly. He clears the perpetual lump in his throat as he sets it back against the base. Larry quickly rubs the tears in his eyes and stands from his office chair. Once he goes out to the living room where his wife and son rested on the couch, he scratches the back of his head.

“Uh, that was Rob..” His voice quivers as he stares pointedly at the ground. “He said they’re moving him. And we can start making arrangements.” Larry hated that he had to say those words. He hated speaking them to his wife and son. He wanted this all to go away. They shouldn’t have to bury their son.

       Ally didn’t have to look up, she knew, and with the actual confirmation she feels as if her whole world was shattering again. Even though she knew it was coming, she’d never be ready. “Oh… okay.” She musters, resting her forehead against the top of Matthew’s head as her arms tighten just slightly around him.

Absolutely no parent should have to bury their child, especially a young child. And yet there they were, about to start planning a funeral for their son, and absolutely none of it made any ounce of solid sense to her. She breathes heavily, settling the pain that radiated in her chest.