A/N: This is a story dedicated to a friend of mine who's little brother died of cancer two years ago. It's Booth talking to Parker.
Disclaimer: Thou hast not stolen this from those with mighty power. NOT MINE!!!!
Hey Parker, buddy. How's heaven? Tell Jesus hi for me will ya. I miss you kid. I need you here. The squints all treat me different now that you're gone. I talked to your mommy today. She's real sad too. You were sick so short. I'm glad you didn't suffer too much though. You were one brave kid toward the end there. Daddy wants to say he's sorry that he couldn't have seen more of you as a healthy kid. I wanted to teach you how to play baseball. I wanted to teach you to be a man. To show you how to treat a woman. How to be a Catholic. You never even got your First Communion. You never were Confirmed. They say you still will be in heaven any way. I know that. Zach, the one who made the robot, says you should take it where ever you go up there. Zach doesn't believe in heaven, I know that's bad but he doesn't, but he knows you did and wants you to have the robot so you can always remember that your dad loved you enough to thank his squints. Angela has a painting that she gave me. It's of you, pressed against the glass that long Christmas. Bones says life always ends, but you know how Bones is about these things. But she understands I think. She knows what it is like to lose someone. She of all people does. It makes me love her, like I used to love your Mommy. Hodgens is weird about it. He says that there are fates worse than death. I know there are. I've seen them. I love you most of all. I'll always love you bud.