Tasha had to sit through lengthy lectures about her going to hell and reminded constantly that her lifestyle of “choice” was a sin against God. Torn between her religious beliefs and who she was Tasha fell into a deep depression. With the help of close friends she was finally able to accept and love herself. But it wasn’t until she met Alice that Alice showed her it’s okay to be out and comfortable with who you are. Since the day that Tasha came out to her family her relationship with her parents had been strained. They didn’t agree with her lifestyle and she didn’t agree with them judging her all the time. So Tasha thought it would be best to keep her distance.

When Tasha and Alice got married all her brothers attended but her parents choose not to attend. Before it would have bothered Tasha but not anymore Alice made her happy and that’s all that mattered. Mr. & Mrs. Williams never disrespected Alice; however they never fully welcomed her to their family either. Now with the death of Tasha to deal with both women were now forced to work together to honor Tasha in a matter in which she deserved. Tasha body was never recovered so a burial was not needed. However, both Alice and Tasha mother agreed upon on a memorial service to honor her life. The service was scheduled to take place in two days.

Her scent still lingered on the sheets. Her body wash sat on the edge of the tub. Her favorite cereal sat on top of the refrigerator. Her cologne still present on her clothes hanging in the closet. Her tools hung neatly in the shed. Everything inside of the house reminded Alice of Tasha. It was all she had to hold on too. The most intimate room in their home was their bedroom that housed so many great memories. When night time would fall Alice depression consumed her. She found it hard to sleep and when she was finally able to force herself to sleep she could hear Tashas voice, picture her smile, and visualize both of their lips pressed against each other’s. She missed her desperately. She would have given anything to see and hear her voice again. Just when Alice is drifting off to sleep there is a knock at her bedroom door.