We buried our Steven on a Friday.
That following Monday, we attempted to live our new lives without him.
The boys weren't able to make it to school. Brandon and Hillary decided to stay a week longer. I made it to about two hours of work.
And somehow, we all found our way back to that sacred ground were Steve's body was buried.
We laid out blankets and pulled out the lunches we brought.
And there we were.
All 10 of us again.