George watched the casket be moved down the aisle. He watched as his friend's weep. He wanted to reach and touch them. They were almost close enough to him for him to call their name and they would be able to hear them. He watched as Izzie sat in the wheelchair and stared blankly into space. Meredith buried her face into Derek's. Everyone was there. But none of the look okay.
He watched as the put his casket in the ground. He felt a piece of himself dying. He wished someone was there to comfort him. But instead next to him sat a stone faced general. They had granted him this because they had just changed his life forever. But he knew he could not get out of the darkened windowed suv. He leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. The car starts to move.
The driver rolled down the window for a minute to let some fresh air. He saw Meredith's eyes flash over the car before they got out into the street. He knew he could not dwell on the past. He had to look towards the future. Towards what was to come.