Well, here's something different. I finally got around to write this up. This is for anyone who's grandma, grandpa, friend, aunt, etc. who as passed away.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Mighty Ducks nor Somewhere Out There by Logons(I think that's him)
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I couldn't believe it when he told me. It couldn't be true. He was only a teenager. Like all of us. He was a Duck. Why did this happen? How did this happen? Well, I'll tell ya.

I was playing hockey with the rest of the Ducks when they came. The cop and his partner. We always played out late so we thought he was hear to tell us to get home.

/Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me
And loving me tonight/

"Excuse me kids, but I have a question to ask you." I looked at everyone and spoke.
"What can we do for you?"
"Do you know a Fulton Reed?"
When he asked I thought nothing of it. I nodded and so did everyone else. I looked at him more and saw something was wrong. "Why? What did he do this time?" Fulton was known for getting in trouble a lot.
"I don't want to say this but...but you must come to the Hospital. Coach Bombay says it important."

/Somewhere out there
Someone's saying a pray
That we'll find on another
In that great somewhere out there/

We all got into the cop cars and they took us to the Hospital. When we got there, Fulton's parents were there along with some of his other family.
"Ducks," Gordon said as he walked up to us.
"What's wrong Coach?" Goldberg asked. I looked at Fulton's parents and saw them crying.
"I don't know how to say this but...Fulton got hit by a car."
"What?" I asked. He got hit by a lot of things, mostly me when we play hockey, but a car?!
"Is he alright?" Julie asked. We were almost in tears. Then the doctors came in.
"Mr and Mrs Reed. Family and friends. I have some news. Please sit." We all sat down and listen to the words I don't want to remember. "We tried to stop the bleeding but we could do nothing. He passed away an hour ago. We waited till his friends came," he said.

/And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think that we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night winds start to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same same big sky/

Two days after that we had the funeral and layou,. I still couldn't believe it. My Bash Brother died from a stupid drunk driver. The worst thing was, Fulton was walking to meet us to play hockey and got hit. The driver ran off the road and died two hours after hitting Fulton. I looked at the headstone on last time. Remembering what it read:
Fulton Reed
Sept. 2, 1984
Feb. 6, 2002

/Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true./

I stood there looking at the headstone. I smiled. Strange. He's gone but I'm smiling. I guess cause I know my bro is safe.
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Dedicated to:
Eleanor Howell (my grandma)
December 30, 1917
February 6, 2002