A/N I had originally planned to keep this as a one shot, on further thought I decided to add a couple of chapters set over the funeral, they will be in two parts, sort of like diary entries but in third person. Enjoy and please read and review! Xx

The day of Sam's funeral finally arrived, but to Tom it seemed like it had only hours since she had died, not nearly 2 weeks.

He glanced over at the clock as the alarm sounded, groaning he sat up and reached over to turn it off. He checked on Rachel and seeing that she was still sleeping, decided to take a quick shower before he got her up.

Looking around the bathroom, he spotted her shampoo and shower gel still stood in the bottom of the shower tray, all her things scattered over the window sill just the way she liked them; he half smiled to himself as he remembered her telling him in no uncertain terms not to move her stuff or there would be trouble. He'd called it messy, unorganised. No, she'd rationalised, if everything was spread out she could see everything quicker, taking her less time to get ready.

*Flashback*

"TOM!" Sam yelled through from the bathroom "how many times have I told you not to move my stuff. Now I can't find anything!"

"Sam, calm down. They're in the cupboard see, you know the place for storing things?" he smirked, laughing as she glared at him.

"Listen, if I can't find my things quickly in the morning to take a shower and get ready, I'm gonna be late for work. You don't even use the window sill anyway, so leave my stuff there. That way, I'll be done and ready a whole lot quicker"

"Yes ma'am" he laughed "go spread it out however you want"

*End flashback*

Tom got out the shower, throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt; the last thing he wanted was to spill breakfast down his suit.

"Rachel? Come on baby girl, time to get up. Today's a special day"

"Why?" Rachel asked him innocently, her bright blue eyes looking straight into his.

"We're going to say goodbye to Mummy" he said quietly, not wanting to believe it himself. He'd always known that this day would have to come sooner or later, he just never expected it to come as soon as it did.

"Mummy gone?" the girl asked him, making his eyes fill with tears. Why did children always have such a way of putting things so bluntly, yet with so much innocence?

He nodded, picking her up "Come on, breakfast time then we've got to get ready"

Two hours later and they were finally at the building where Sam's funeral was to take place. Tom took his daughter's hand in his, looking straight ahead and ignoring all the glances and mutterings of sympathy from guests; they couldn't bring Sam back. He just needed to get through today, and then start to move on with the rest of his life.

He sat down, sitting Rachel on his knee and barely even hearing the opening sentences as he was so lost in thought.

"And now, Tom Kent, Samantha's partner, would like to say a few down.

Tom stood up, quickly passing Rachel over to sit with Zoe and Tess "Yes, thank you. Sam was amazing, like no-one else I'd ever met before" he started, making sure to emphasise the abbreviation of her name, she'd never liked being called Samantha, she'd always introduce herself as Sam "She was feisty and bossy but she knew what she wanted and she wouldn't let anything or anyone stand in her way" he stopped for a moment, gathering his emotions and wiping his eyes "No matter how hard faced she acted, she had a softer side to her, as me and Rachel, and most of you, will know. She was a brilliant partner and fantastic mother; I look at Rachel everyday and see Sam reflected in her looks and personality. I-I'm sorry, I-I can't c-continue…"