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1997
Dark clouds rolled over the sky. The wind picked up, scattering dirt across the freshly cut grass. The people standing about began to shiver and tighten their jackets around them. They made their way back to their cars, picking up their pace as the weather turned uglier, each casting one final glance at the man still standing behind them.
Gil Grissom never felt anything. He never felt the breeze blow through his hair and ruffle his curly locks. He never felt the slow drops of rain trickle down his neck. He never felt his shirt cling to him as the rain picked up and soaked through his suit. He was numb. He stared down at the grave in front of him and pulled his hands from his pockets. He began signing as he quietly spoke. "Mom, I can't believe you're gone. The funeral was nice. Aunt Sue asked me if I wanted to do your eulogy, but I'm sure you could understand why I couldn't and why I asked Mark to do it." He sighed and ran his hand over his wet head before continuing to sign. "I did want to tell you a few things that I never did, but things I hope you knew. I thought about everything I wanted to say last night and wrote them all down." He pulled out a paper from his pocket, opened it, then folded it and placed it back into his pocket. He forced a chuckle. "I guess I can't read and sign at the same time. I'll have to try to remember what I wrote. I hope I don't forget anything." He stopped and ran his hand through his hair again. Drops of rain ran down his arm. Only then did he realize it was raining. He shook off his hand and continued signing as he spoke. "Mom, I'll miss you. I already miss you. You were the only person to ever understand me. You were my best friend growing up. I don't know what I am going to do without you."
A soft cough broke Grissom from his thoughts. He looked up to see a couple of workers waiting to finish burying the coffin. He smiled softly. "Sorry, can I have a few more minutes? I won't be long; I promise."
One of the workers nodded. "Come on Larry, let's grab a cup of coffee." The two men turned and walked across the cemetery, leaving Grissom alone again.
Grissom turned his focus back to the grave. "This has been so devastating. I feel so lost. You've always been the one to guide me through everything. You were so strong and independent and while I know that for the most part, I've inherited your independence, I feel as though I lack your strength. I know your greatest wish was for me to be happy and I will try to get there, but right now, I feel alone and devastated. Someday, mom. Someday I'll get there. Goodbye."
He dropped his hands to his sides and stared down at his feet. Slowly he bent down and scooped up a handful of dirt. He held his hand over the grave and let the wet clumps of earth fall between his fingers. He turned and walked away, his face without expression.
tbc..
A/N: This fic was inspired by the Dierks Bentley song, "Gonna Get There Someday." Chapter two will be based on the song.