Hey all. this is just another little Dawn ficlet. I'm working on the longer story, promise, but this little imagination bug crawled in my ear, and kept bugging me till I wrote what it wanted. Anywho I want to thank DisneyFreak101 for the inspiration. Without her I would have been lost along time ago. And just a reminder- I OWN NOTHING. Well nothing except for the plot. Hope you enjoy. Please R&R. Nichbuket

For The Memories

"Hey. I told you guys you didn't need to come. It's just the wake," Janice said hugging Dawn and Amanda.

"Where else would we be?" Dawn asked. "How are you and your dad hanging?"

Janice wiped more tears from her eyes. "As well as can be expected I guess. I think Dad is feeling a little guilty though. Gram was making his favorite dinner."

"I just don't understand what made her go out after dark. Everyone knows weird shit happened in SunnyD after the sun goes down." Amanda stated.

"I know, but the note she left said that she forgot to pick up the capers and she had to run to the store. I wish she'd just have saved dinner for the next night, but she was so determined Dad would have that meal on his birthday." Janice was shaking.

Dawn pulled her in to another hug. "I know that it sounds absolutely trivial, but it things will get better. I promise."

"I know, but right now things suck. Aunt Jane and Uncle Danny are arguing with Dad over her belongings. I mean my grandmother isn't even in the ground yet and they're arguing over who gets the big screen TV! It's ridiculous and not far to Gram."

"I'm sorry sweetie," Amanda said brushing a strand of hair out of Janice's eyes. "Didn't she have a will or something?"

"Well supposedly she was in the process of rewriting it, so certain things aren't divided and so they're up for grabs."

Dawn shook her head, appalled at the actions of Janice's family. "Is there at least a good reason they want the TV? Like did they watch Sunday afternoon football game together every weekend or something?"

Janice shook her head no. "My uncle thinks he could get a good price for it or something."

"God! I just don't understand people like that. I have people in my family who are the same way, and my grandparents are still alive."

"Here. Here." Amanda said in agreement.

"You see, and I don't want to sound crass or anything, but there is only one thing I want when my nan dies. On her bedroom dresser there is this antique silver mirror, brush, and comb sitting on a matching tray. When Buffy and I were growing up, Nan used to let us sit on her bed while she and mom would get ready to go out. I was totally fascinated by the beautiful scroll pattern on the back of the mirror and how the light flickered off the silver just so. It was a wedding present from her mother, and her mother's mother before that. I was only allowed to touch it with one finger, because, lets face it, it you think I'm klutzy now, you should have seen me back then." The girls giggled. " One time when I was ten, though, Nan let me hold the mirror as she fixed my hair for a wedding we were going to. I felt so special. Like a princess. And while I know I'm not likely to forget something like that anytime soon, I want the set as a reminder. One day I want to sit and brush my granddaughter's hair the way my Nan brushed mine, and when she gets old enough, I want to pass it on to her, so she'll have those memories to cherish forever."

Both Janice and Amanda were teary eyed at Dawns story. "That's beautiful, and totally meaningful Dawn," Janice said with Amanda nodding at her side. "I think I'll have a talk with me family. Even it they don't listen, I should try. It's important."

Amanda and Dawn hugged Janice one more time before they had to leave. "Of course it's important. Heirlooms aren't about how much money they can bring you, but for the memories they create when you look at them."

The End