It had been three weeks since the tragic accident that had cost Kelly her
life. The young American left behind an eight-year-old daughter and two men
that both claimed to be deeply in love with her. It was the day that the
people morning over the loss of Kelly would come together and grieve and
remember the wonderful life that the young women lived – the funeral.
"He's going to be there isn't he?" Adam asked sombrely, adjusting the black blazer to the dull black suit.
"Who?" Jay asked, even though he knew who his best friend was talking about. Both men's faces were long and grief stricken.
"Him, the reason Kelly isn't here today," Adam replied bitterly. He had blamed Kelly's death on Matt Hardy. True, Matt was driving the car that had hit and killed Kelly but the police who had carried out the inquiry had concluded it was an unfortunate accident.
"I don't know," Jay replied honestly. Both Canadians hoped he wouldn't be there but both knew that it was unlikely that their hopes would be granted. "Do you think Dan will be ok?" Jay asked his mind turning and subject to the eight-year-old daughter Kelly had left behind.
"I don't know, it's been tough on her," this was an understatement. It had been extremely hard for Dan, her Mum was her best friend and she missed her deeply but she had tried to remain tough because she knew that Adam and Jay didn't want to see her breaking down.
"She'll be ok, she's tough … like her mum was," Jay said trying to convince himself as well as Adam.
Adam nodded in response to what his friend had said. He glanced at his watch. "The funeral cars should be here soon, it's almost noon," he stated pulling his long blonde hair into a tidy ponytail. "Dan, come in here please," he called up the stairs to the young girl.
"Yeh?" Dan questioned walking slowly down the stairs. She was wearing a black dress with shoulder straps, the dress fell down to just above her knees. Black leather shoes were on her feet with short white socks and a black cardigan with fake fur around the neck and a silver zip was covering her bare shoulders. Her long curly blonde flowing hair was in two small piggy tails and the rest of her hair cascading down her back. Her face showed signs of upset, extremely faded tear tracks were evident on her pale face, the sparkle that was usually found in her gleaming brown eyes looked dead with no feeling evident.
"Are you ready? The cars will be here soon," Jay asked trying to keep the glum tone out of his voice but didn't succeed.
Danielle just nodded.
"You look great," Adam complimented. "Your mum was and would be so proud of you," he stated walking over to hug her.
Dan smiled weekly and returned the embrace. Before anyone could say or do anything else they heard a horn beep outside.
"It must be the cars, I'll go," Jay said standing up and walking to the door.
"It's going to be ok, we've just gotta get through today and then we can try to return to some normality. I know you miss her Dan, we all do but it will get better, I promise," Adam said softly to the young girl he had cradled in his strong arms.
Danielle nodded again. She went to say something but tears rolled down her face stopping her.
"Shh, it's ok, it's all going to be ok, me and Jay are here for you. We're going to take care of you I promise," Adam reassured himself as much as Dan, kissing the young girl on her forehead.
Danielle smiled weekly at him, she quickly wiped away her tears as Jay re- entered the living room. "Are you ready?" he asked softly.
Adam looked reassuringly at Danielle and nodded, taking her by the hand.
"He's going to be there isn't he?" Adam asked sombrely, adjusting the black blazer to the dull black suit.
"Who?" Jay asked, even though he knew who his best friend was talking about. Both men's faces were long and grief stricken.
"Him, the reason Kelly isn't here today," Adam replied bitterly. He had blamed Kelly's death on Matt Hardy. True, Matt was driving the car that had hit and killed Kelly but the police who had carried out the inquiry had concluded it was an unfortunate accident.
"I don't know," Jay replied honestly. Both Canadians hoped he wouldn't be there but both knew that it was unlikely that their hopes would be granted. "Do you think Dan will be ok?" Jay asked his mind turning and subject to the eight-year-old daughter Kelly had left behind.
"I don't know, it's been tough on her," this was an understatement. It had been extremely hard for Dan, her Mum was her best friend and she missed her deeply but she had tried to remain tough because she knew that Adam and Jay didn't want to see her breaking down.
"She'll be ok, she's tough … like her mum was," Jay said trying to convince himself as well as Adam.
Adam nodded in response to what his friend had said. He glanced at his watch. "The funeral cars should be here soon, it's almost noon," he stated pulling his long blonde hair into a tidy ponytail. "Dan, come in here please," he called up the stairs to the young girl.
"Yeh?" Dan questioned walking slowly down the stairs. She was wearing a black dress with shoulder straps, the dress fell down to just above her knees. Black leather shoes were on her feet with short white socks and a black cardigan with fake fur around the neck and a silver zip was covering her bare shoulders. Her long curly blonde flowing hair was in two small piggy tails and the rest of her hair cascading down her back. Her face showed signs of upset, extremely faded tear tracks were evident on her pale face, the sparkle that was usually found in her gleaming brown eyes looked dead with no feeling evident.
"Are you ready? The cars will be here soon," Jay asked trying to keep the glum tone out of his voice but didn't succeed.
Danielle just nodded.
"You look great," Adam complimented. "Your mum was and would be so proud of you," he stated walking over to hug her.
Dan smiled weekly and returned the embrace. Before anyone could say or do anything else they heard a horn beep outside.
"It must be the cars, I'll go," Jay said standing up and walking to the door.
"It's going to be ok, we've just gotta get through today and then we can try to return to some normality. I know you miss her Dan, we all do but it will get better, I promise," Adam said softly to the young girl he had cradled in his strong arms.
Danielle nodded again. She went to say something but tears rolled down her face stopping her.
"Shh, it's ok, it's all going to be ok, me and Jay are here for you. We're going to take care of you I promise," Adam reassured himself as much as Dan, kissing the young girl on her forehead.
Danielle smiled weekly at him, she quickly wiped away her tears as Jay re- entered the living room. "Are you ready?" he asked softly.
Adam looked reassuringly at Danielle and nodded, taking her by the hand.