A/N: Ok, so I don't own the Gallagher Girls or this song, but I wish I did…

I was sitting on my doorstep, I hung up the phone and it fell out of my hand.

I can't believe this, nine months ago I stood right here on this porch and said goodbye to the love of my life. I had decided to stay home to be with our little girl, to sit out on this mission. It was supposed to be routine, normal stuff, nothing big. But I should have known better. No mission is ever routine.

I looked down at my hands, they were shaking. And I really hoped the phone wasn't broken. And then the tears came. I can't believe it, he's gone, Matt's gone. I don't have a husband, Cammie doesn't have a dad. I didn't know what to do. All I could think about was the fact that he really wasn't coming home.

So hard to see myself without him,

I felt a part of my heart break.

But when you're standing at a crossroad, there's a choice you've got to make.

I picked up the phone and called the one person I could think of. Joseph Solomon. He went on the mission with my husband, only he came back two weeks ago and Matt didn't. Joe picked up on the second ring.

"Solomon." He sounded so serious.

"Joe. It's me. I just got the news about Matt." I was okay until I said his name. Then the tears came again in a rush.

"Rachel, I'm so very sorry. And I know that isn't what you want to hear at the moment. But, I can't give you information over the phone, I'm still debriefing, but I can be at your house in 3 hours." I could hear the sadness in his voice. I may have lost my husband, but Joe had lost his best friend.

I guess it's gonna have to hurt

I guess I'm gonna have to cry

And let go of some things I've loved.

Just to get to the other side.

When I had hung up, I realized that life wasn't over. There was no reason for me to give up. I need to be strong for my little girl.

I glanced up as I heard the sounds of little feet coming down the stairs. "Mommy, why are you so sad? What's wrong?"

I remember getting that phone call so many years ago. My little girl isn't so little anymore. I glanced over at Cammie, she looked so beautiful, so strong. She was surrounded by her best friends, her old roommates from Gallagher.

I am so proud of her. As soon as she graduated and was granted clearance, she found the files on the last mission her father had gone on, and had spent every free minute she had looking, searching for her dad.

And she found him. In an unmarked grave in a country that will remain nameless. Now, a month later, we were standing in the cemetery after his memorial service.

I looked at the people who surrounded her. Bex had her arm around Cam's shoulders; Macey was on her other side, holding her hand. Liz was standing beside Bex looking forlorn. And there was Zach, standing behind Cammie. He was always there, except the few missions they didn't go on together. He could tell this was hard on her, and I appreciate the fact that he didn't leave her, even though all of her spare time was spent working on this cold case.

We were the only ones left, other than Joe who was standing beside me. He had been there for me this whole time. Always lending a listening ear, being the friend I needed, and nothing more. I looked at Joe and saw that the tears that he had managed to hold back for the service were slowly making their way down his cheeks. He looked over at me and one side of his mouth lifted in a smile.

"You should be proud of her Rachel. Cammie is one of the strongest women I know, and she learned from the best." He drew me into a hug and then made his way over to say goodbye to Cammie and his former students.

I walked over to the grave, and knelt down. I had said my goodbye years ago, but now I could finally mean it.

It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life,

Starts with goodbye.

A/N: Okay, so does that totally suck like I think it does? Sorry if it sounds completely cheesy, but I had an idea and there it is.

Should I continue this with something in Cammie's point of view, or leave it like this? I'd really like to know what you think, even if you think it's terrible… Thanks!