Hey, peoples! This is a longer chapter, more than I usually write. But anyways, be prepared for sadness. This chapter is sad only because it has to be.

I don't own Phineas and Ferb.

"We are gathered here today, to mourn the death of Edward Reed Flynn. But we are also here to celebrate his life. Ed was a great, great man, full of creative ideas and interesting qualities. He had a knack for making the impossible, possible. He looked at the brightest side in…in every situation." The minister, who was also Ed's brother, paused as he sniffed, holding back tears. "If Ed were here, he'd say to laugh about the good times we all had with him and our siblings. He'd say to remember that we'd all see him again soon. Now, as he lies in this casket, we must remember who he was, and still is, in our hearts. We…we love you, Ed. Linda?" Otto nodded at Linda, who was sitting in the front row with 3-year-old Phineas and 5-year-old Candace.

Linda nodded back and said to her daughter, "Watch your brother, please." Candace wiped away a tear and held her baby brother.

Linda walked up to the podium that was surrounded by beautiful white lilies, pink carnations, and white roses.

"My husband was a courageous and brave man. Those who knew him knew his heart. Ed knew how to cheer someone up when they were feeling down or depressed. I remember one time, when Candace was three, our car broke down right in the middle of Ashton Highway. We were stuck for hours. Our car battery died and we didn't have any jumper cables. We called a mechanic first thing. While we were waiting for him to come, Ed told jokes and talked about how ironic it was that we had just taken our jumper cables out of the car two days before to give them to Brooke because her battery had had died; now we were broken down because our battery was dead. I looked at him like he was crazy, but later thanked him for keeping me settled down. I would've gone crazy if he didn't lighten the mood." Linda chuckled a little, and so did the family and friends, knowing very well that she was right. "There have been countless times when Ed was brave. When our house fell during Katrina, he never cried, or was scared. He was the one who led us to safety. He faced the storm and made it possible for me to feel brave, too, because he was courageous." Linda paused. "I know Candace-she misses her father." Linda looked at Candace and said, "Do you want to say anything to Daddy?"

The young girl stood up and walked to the stage. She stood on a stool to be the same height as the podium. She glanced at the picture of her, her dad, mom, and brother at Lake Nose and felt sad. She knew she wouldn't see her dad's smiling face anymore. She leaned to the microphone and said:

"I miss daddy. I'll still miss him forever. He loved us lots. I'm sad Phineas doesn't know him good enough to rember, cause he's three. But I'll tell him all about daddy and he'll rember. I don't wanna forget Daddy. I don't want Phineas to, either. I love you, Daddy." A tear rolled down the young girl's cheek as she sniffed and walked off the stage, saying no more. She sat down and held Phineas and sat him on her lap. The minister took his place on the stage once again, and said, "Would anyone else like to share their testimony of Ed?"

A few siblings, aunts, and cousins of Ed had gone up and shared their stories. The funeral ended with "Amazing Grace" and a stream of tears.

Linda, Candace, and Phineas were walking towards their car. Candace was still crying and holding Phineas. The drive home was horribly silent. Candace fiddled with her red skirt and hugged her brother. Neither Linda nor Candace wanted to say much. In fact, Candace didn't say much the rest of the day. Phineas just acted like a normal 3-year-old, curious at everything. But he didn't say much. The sense of loss and sadness was on everybody, even tiny Phineas.

But it affected Linda most of all.

When they got home, Phineas went straight to his bed and asked his mom to read him a story.

"Not tonight, sweetie." Linda smiled sadly at her son.

"Why not, mommy?"

"I don't feel like it tonight, dear."

"Please, mommy?"

"No, Phineas."

"Just one?"

"I said no, Phineas!" Linda said, loudly.

Phineas just sniffed and nestled under his covers. Linda walked over to her son and sat on the bed. "I'm sorry, baby. Maybe tomorrow night. For now, go to sleep." She kissed his forehead and said, "Goodnight, sweetie. I love you."

Linda walked out and shut the door quietly behind her. She passed Candace in the hallway.

"Are you okay, mommy?" Candace asked.

"I'll be alright, Candace. I just need rest, dear."

"Oh," Candace replied. She watched as her mom walked into the bathroom and closed the door. The young girl sighed. She looked at the door to her brother's room. She walked over to it and quietly opened the door. She closed it gently behind her and went over to her brother's bed.

"Phineas?" She whispered.

Phineas sniffed and let out a feeble, "Yes?"

"Do you want me to read a story?" She turned the lamp. Phineas' cheeks were tear-stained and his eyes were red.

"Mommy wouldn't read me one."

"I know, Phineas. How about Goldilocks and The Three Bears?" Candace smiled.

Phineas nodded and sat up to listen.

Candace started to read, and Phineas listened to it intently. Around the middle of the story, Phineas interrupted and asked,

"Where is Daddy?" he asked.

"Phineas, you know daddy's not here."

"I miss him, sissy."

"I know, Phineas. But we'll be okay. Daddy still loves us."

"I love him, sissy."

"I know. I do too." Candace closed the story book and sat it on a table. "I do too."

:'( Sad, I know. But, future chapters will be better. This one is sad, because this is where I decided to begin my Flynn-FLetcher Family story. Review?