James Lucas Scott slowly walked up to the open grave in front of him holding his mother's hand. She pulled him over to the mound of fresh dirt that was piled by the grave. He wanted to go and jump in the dirt and he wished that it was raining. Mud was so fun to play with. As he looked up at the sky he noticed that black clouds were coming their way.
"Mama!" He shouted with joy. "Look," he said, pointing to the sky, "it's gonna rain. Can I play in the rain with Daddy later?"
Haley looked down at her five-year-old son. "Come on, James. Pick up some dirt," she said quietly, "and throw it in the hole."
James did and then, as they were walking back turned to his Uncle Lucas and whispered loudly, "Uncle Luke. Daddy promised that I could play in the rain next time that it rained. Do you think he forgot? Is that why he's not here? He forgot his promise?"
Lucas looked down at his nephew. "Haley," he said, "why don't you let me and Peyton take him for the night?"
Haley looked at Lucas with fire in her eyes, "No. He's all that I have now."
The preacher looked up as Haley and James stood and faced him. "Nathan Scott. Those of you who knew him knew that Nathan was a devoted husband and father. A loving brother and a wonderful man. It is a shame that Nathan was takes out of this world so soon, but God has a plan for each one of us. My condolences to his wife, Haley, and his young son, James. May they find the courage and strength in those around them. Amen."