Summary: Sometimes when it's time to say goodbye we simply say goodnight – until we meet again. A brief one shot ending the "Kiss" Series [Rory and Tristan]

Prior Stories: Kiss Me Goodbye

Kiss to Build a Dream On

Disclaimer: Still not my characters – just my idea.

Kiss Me Goodnight

"We gather together to celebrate the life of Lorelai Leigh Dugrey..." The minister droned on.

Tristan could honestly say he wasn't listening as his wife; the LOVE of his life was laid to rest. He didn't hear anything except the whir of his own thoughts. His mind was remembering each kiss:

We kissed on a piano bench, the kiss she gave me when I asked her to be my girlfriend, the kiss we shared when we agreed to get married, the kiss at the altar, the many kisses under the mistletoe, the kisses in apology, kisses of comfort, kisses in pain, kisses while dancing, kisses while walking, kisses in sickness and in health, kisses in gratitude and kisses in sorrow, the kisses to celebrate babies and all the accomplishments of them, kisses good morning, kisses goodnight. All of these kisses for all of these years and they are still not enough.

He stood at her graveside somber and still, he couldn't even remember leaving the church or walking here. He looked down into the gaping maw of earth where her casket lay and he found a rose in his hand, he dropped it on top and soon saw others fall. He stood looking while the dirt crushed the flowers and took her last resting place from his sight. He missed her, he missed her kisses. A light rain began to fall dusting his eyes and cheeks, gently touching his neck he opened his arms to it and allowed it to cover him. It felt like her kisses surrounding him, enveloping all of him in her love. He felt her with him, she may be gone in body, but her soul was with him. Her kisses were a part of every fiber of his being. She may be gone from this earth – but she would never be gone from him. He felt better now, this isn't goodbye, this was goodnight and when it was time he would awake in her arms once more.

Their children stood back, they had brought him from the church and then just watched him. The grandchildren held on to the hands of their parents knowing something important was happening to grandpa. He looked peaceful, he looked like he did when he and grandma sat on the sofa just talking by the fire, he didn't look so sad anymore. Then father to some and Grandpa to others; turned to his family and walked to each one laying a gentle kiss on their cheeks.

"It's time to go, the wake is starting and you know how your mother felt about tardiness." He announced walking away from her, but never from her kisses.

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AN: I know this is very brief, but it just came to me as the resolution. Feel free to comment, and thank you for reading my stories it means a lot to me. 3