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Lily sighed as she stood looking at where her husband had just been buried. She had been standing here for over an hour after everyone else left. She stood with her four year old son, James.

She couldn't believe she was now a widow and her son, fatherless. She sighed at the thought and looked down at James who had only said about two words to her in the past week.

She picked him up and held him. She could see tears running down his face and let him rest his head on her shoulder. She wished this was all just a dream, that she would wake up and her husband would be by her side. She couldn't help but feel that this was all too much for her.

Her husband's family, mostly his brother, had helped her with the funeral and all. His brother had been so good to her since his brother died. They had all gotten along pretty well since they had known each other since they were young.