The church looked simply beautiful that day. All of the stained glass windows flaunted vibrant colors, and were brightly illuminated with the sunlight pouring through them. There were numerous bouquets of flowers strewn about the front of the church, near the altar.
The people, however, were quite the opposite of the sunshine and happiness of the day. All of the hospital staff both looked and felt somber. Every single one of them wore black, and many were crying. The entire hospital was there, from every scrub nurse to the chief of surgery.
About halfway through the service, after the priest had finished, he asked if anyone had any other words they would like to add. Everyone remained seated; what could they say without crying or sounding too general? Everyone knew what an incredible surgeon she was. She was compassionate, kind, caring, beautiful, funny, witty, and just about everything else imaginable. She was determined and headstrong, too clever, and had definite charm and cunning to win people over. Everyone was at a loss for words that could describe the woman that mostly everyone loved.
Finally, the person she had loved the most stood up, walked to the altar, and took a deep breath. He knew exactly what to say. He had been planning this speech for the past two weeks.
To prepare, he had thought about her more than he ever had. Looking back at the years he had spent with her, all of the memories came flooding back to him, one at a time, from the most random little thing to the saddest experience they had had to face. Over the years, they had gone through a lot together. He had never thought he would be speaking at her funeral this early. He had expected them to grow old together, perhaps travel the world together, but most of all, to simply experience all that life had to offer for them together. They had loved each other so much. Now, he had to talk about his beloved. As he stepped up to the podium, the memories began reeling through his mind once more.
