Personal Narrative: A Parent's Funeral

The funeral was just as gloomy as the weather, but I can not worry now I need to get my son home.It is time that I just face the facts, my husband, Adam's father is gone. Being here only made me remember the moment the cops called to break the news all I hear around me is people apologizing for my loss while I am to dazed to respond, and today so far has been the same as the phone call. “Adam it is time to go, let's get in the car.”I told my son, with fake happiness.
“Is dad coming with us?”Adam questioned.
“No honey, let's go home daddy can't come with us.”I said on the verge of tears.
“How long will he be gone for?”Adam asked, sounding confused.
“Adam I’m sorry to say this, Dad is going away forever.”I say as tears run down my cheek.
“WHAT!!!!, no he promised he’d come back, he promised he doesn’t break a promise,” he says violently slamming his door. …show more content…
It was heartbreaking seeing him like that. We got home and I immediately went to take a shower to forget all that happened for a while. When I got out, I found him acting very strange. He was screaming a very unfamiliar way. He kept running away and hiding. At first I thought he was playing, but I quickly figured out that he was serious. He must've saw something outside… he would never go near the windows. It was all very strange. Ever since his father's funeral hes been acting strange. Then i saw it. I saw a man, fairly tall with a black sweater, black pants, and unicorn shoes, he stood looking at me from a