*Rosie Fay-Donovan*

Needless to say, the funeral was awfully painful. I felt suffocated most of the time, remembering the day I had to bury my father a few years ago. All those men surrounding the coffins with their black clothes—it all felt too familiar to me.

Archie was by my side the entire time, holding my hand and making sure I didn’t feel alone, but in my heart, I was struggling to find it comforting enough on that cloudy afternoon.

The day went by and I ...