Title: Goodbye my lover

Disclaimer: I don't own McLeod's Daughters.

Summary: Takes place a few months after Claire's funeral.

Note: Please read and review. This is the first FanFiction I've published. Unfortunately English isn't my first language, so don't hesitate to tell me any mistakes I made.

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He stepped over the little fence which separated the four graves from the rest of the land, and crouched next to the one that was on the left. He placed his hand on top of the gravestone and stroked over it wistfully.

The gravestone read:

In loving memory

Claire Louise McLeod

1973 – 2003

Cherished Daughter

Beloved Sister

Loving Mother

No mention of him. No "Loved Soulmate" or "Missed Lover" or anything like this. Not that he minded much. Everyone knew how much he loved her. All his friends and family had been witness to him breaking down after her death. As well as they all knew how much he missed her still. How much she had changed him. And how much he had cared for her. He didn't need to be part of the description on her gravestone. It didn't matter. Not in the way that nothing mattered to him after she had died, but in the way that he knew she loved him and he was sure that she had known how much he had loved her. That was enough.

He sighed. It wasn't easy these days. He still couldn't totally accept the fact that she was dead. He longed so much to see her again. To touch her and speak to her. To see her beautiful face when she laughed. To see her with Charlotte, her Baby.

When Tess had told him about seeing Claire's ghost he had been envious at first. But she wouldn't appear for him, no matter how much he wished for it to happen.

He dreamed about her a lot, almost every night. Tess would say he also had unfinished business with her, just like she had, and that's why he kept on dreaming about her. Maybe she was right. But he would rather see her in the same way Tess had and talk to her instead of feeling her presence and notice a moment later that it was just illusion.