"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord blesses them and keeps them. Amen." That's what the preacher was reciting as a sleek, polished oak wood coffin was lowered into the ground. The coffin was lowered at a painstakingly rate by five men. The five men didn't want anyone to lower the coffin for them as it held a piece of their lives they weren't ready to let go. The coffin was engraved with small images and words that resembled the young man that would always remain 16. The coffin had five machines engraved on the lid of it; the crafts that he so dearly loved even though they were never his.
Many tears were shed on that day and not just by the family and friends of that young and gifted man, but by the whole world. He had done so much to try and benefit the world. He was a young and talented man accomplishing: computer genesis creating programs to help migrants learn other languages, he wrote his own book on astronomy; even co-writing with his older brother, he excelled in running and swimming, going to junior Olympics for both and the engineer of the world's fastest motor bike.
He had accomplished so much, yet a fight against tuberculosis was his superior. According to the doctors he had lasted longer than any other patient in the world, and that it was a world record. That had brought some sad smile to the family's faces knowing that their little baby hadn't wanted to give up, had kept fight till every last bit of energy was drained from his body.
When it had reached the media, it was a frenzy to see who could get the best image of the hurting family. It was the largest story all over the world it was front page on every newspaper (even those are immensely outdated in 2063) all talk shows, new reports, magazines it was as if everyone in the world had known that he had died.
When the coffin had been buried and everyone from the funeral had nearly left, one man stood before the grave of his youngest son. The last gift his wife had given him before she died. Tears fell down his cheeks he thought he wouldn't be able to cry any-more tears but when it was time to say his last goodbyes to his son, he couldn't do it he could leave his son. He fell to his knees sobbing his heart out, muttering words of apology to the grave stone of his youngest son. It was only when his other sons pulled him from his knees, supporting all his weight on their shoulders, standing him up right they all said their apologies to the youngest for not being able to take his pain away.
When the now family of five walked away, from the freshly buried grave that held their loved one. Alan Shepard Tracy, son, brother, sprout, will be dearly loved by not only us but by the world.