He hated funerals. Truly everyone did he was sure but no one hated them quite as much as he did. Blaine glanced around, one arm securely around his wife’s waist and his other on his sister’s knee, trying to give her support.

It had only been a matter of time until he lost one of his parents to something, at least she hadn’t suffered. Blaine glanced over at his father. Maxwell sat proud and tall, his demeanor suggesting he was perfectly fine even if the skin about his eyes was a bit tense from trying not to cry.

When all was said and done Blaine Dorson lay on the bed he had shared with his wife for more than 20 years, trying to make sense out of a life that included loss. He rolled over, one hand running up Selena’s side before his lips found the back of her neck.

It was nearly a week before Blaine could convince himself to drive again. Even his beloved sports car held no interest for once. It was at his eldest son’s coaxing that Blaine finally got behind the wheel and finally he cried for the first time.