The Last Goodbye

by Ramblepedia

When Kurt comes across his mother's old video tapes, he decides to go ahead and play them by himself even though he knows he should probably wait for his dad. She spent the last two years of her life recording everything she could in order to help her men live without her and trying to make sure that her son could look back and know that his mom was proud of him, no matter what.

2. Chapter 2

Part 2 coming at you!

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She looked so young. Younger than her actual age even. That was a good sign, genetically. Her smile was bright. She lit up the entire room. Perhaps he was biased. She was his mom after all. Every memory he had of her was a beautiful one and her smile was going to be no exception. "Ready Kurt?" she crooned into the little boy's ear as he situated himself on her lap.

"Ready!"

"Good." Her eyes turned right to the lens. "Burt, you might think this video camera is just for recording the important stuff, but if you ask me, everything's important." She tilted her head down to kiss her son right on top of his head. "Someday our little man is going to be all grown up after all, and he's going to need your understanding more than anything." The boy wormed around so he could hug her. "I don't know what's going to happen over the next few years, the next decade, the next fifty years even. But I do know that I love you, and I love our baby, and I know you can do this no matter what happens. You're going to have to be brave. But I know you can do it."

"I'm brave!" baby Kurt announced.

"Yes you are!" She gave him another kiss. "Taking care of that closet monster all by yourself. I'm so proud of you."

Kurt leaned back in the chair. He'd been sitting on the edge, ready to switch it off at a moment's notice it if became overwhelming. Yet he was entranced. No matter what came on the screen next he was certain he wouldn't be able to. It had been ten years since he'd seen her face, heard her voice, felt her touch. Even her smell was fading now that they had moved to a new house. And he hadn't even missed it.

That, perhaps, was his worst crime.

"What monsters are we going to tackle next?" she prodded. The six year old hunkered down as though something were going to attack them on the spot.

"The ghosts in the stairwell. You know. To the basement."

"Are they mean?"

"The worst. They trip me."

"Alright, we'll fix that right up. Together this time alright? I know you're my big brave man but those ghosts can be so messy. I'd like to be there to make sure they don't get too out of hand."