He had always been there for the town, that old farmer had. Lewis knew that. The farmer had been a good man. Now, here they all were, watching his body being lowered into the dirt of the farm he had so loved.
There was Evelyn, crying her eyes out next to George who wasn't even trying to hide his tears. Marlon, ever the stoic standing by the strange man with purple hair. Willy, barely managing to choke down his tears of sorrow. Gil was standing near the back, a look of respect on a sad face. Emerald, the curator of the museum, was weeping on his left, Marnie sobbing on his right. Lewis himself, a tear tracing it's way down his face. Finally, Lewis's eyes landed on his family. There was his small grandchild, holding a letter tightly to their chest, confusion written all over their small face. The child's mother blowing her nose into a tissue and shaking, being comforted by Linus and her husband. Other children stand by the farmer's grandchild, their parents near by.
And now it's time to remember the wonderful person that was the farmer. His wife, June, more often called Junie, walked slowly over to the hole in the ground where the man she loved now rested.
"My farmer is- was an incredible man. He was a teacher, a friend, a family member and a fighter for all of us. We will always be less without him. But we will persevere. We may be the ones left behind, but that makes us stronger, more resilient than before. Kim, darling, can you bring me the little statue you're holding?"
The little grand child Lewis saw before walks slowly over to Junie. "Here you go, Grandma Junie. It's the spirit Grandpa named for you."
June takes the statue and places it on the grave. It resembles a apple with arms and legs. Shortly after, they all leave the farm.
Years later, Lewis met the child again.
"Hi, I'm Kim. Most people call me Junimo for some reason."
And Lewis knows that somehow the child who was at most five at the time of their grandfather's death remembers him and his stories. That just like the rest of them, this young person has been left behind without the hero of the stories. But Lewis also can tell that this new farmer is going to overtake their grandfather and become the new hero for generations to come. So Lewis smiles and replies, "Hello there, Kim. I'm Lewis, the mayor of Pelican Town. Welcome to the set of your new story."
Quick Note: Hi there! The only reason you guys are getting a one shot today is because I am sick. Currently typing up Chapter Six of "Constellation Crow" and am writing down Chapter Seven (entitled "Spirits and Demons", though that title may change.) This is my attempt at writing a one shot for the death of Grandpa. It's not great. However, it is my challenge to you to write a one shot for Grandpa's death! Try it out and PM me the link. However, please keep it T rated if you want to send it to me. I'm not a fan of stuff that can be rated M, whether it's violence, abuse or anything else. I look forwards to reading any stories you send me!
Also, sorry this is so short.