How Could This Happen? Chapter 2, a twilight fanfic

Chapter 2: Renesmee's POV

Just now we pulled into the parking lot of the funeral home and we walked in, at first it was fine, but once we came into the room and saw all of the people our mother knew and loved that were crying it began the freefall of tears. We walked towards our mother's casket. I couldn't help myself and I cupped our mother's face in my hand, ruffling the hair that was on the sides of her face. I looked at her and whispered, "I love you, at least you're not in pain anymore." I had a feeling that my brother's had heard me and we three were all crying into hysterics.

"Excuse me?" Some girl called to us. I turned around to see a woman, accompanied by a man who I assumed was her partner, who looked like she was around the same age as our mother was. Her hair was long, straight, beautiful, and the color of Mocha brown. "You three look really young. How did you know Bella?" She asked. I looked at her, pulling my tissue travel pack out of my pocket giving some to my brothers.

"She... She was our mother." Masen said, his voice a quiet whisper. The woman as well as other people, a man with spiky blonde hair who was accompanied by a woman who looked like the normal high school snob. There was also an african-american man with them.

"Wait... she was you three's mother?" We nodded and unexpectedly she pulled me into a friendly hug. "We were your mother's friends in highschool. I'm Angela, this is my husband Ben," She said, gesturing to the man who I had previously assumed to be with her. "And that's Mike, Jessica, and Tyler. She was a fantastic friend. You know, she was so smart and brilliant, she even saved Mike from failing by reminding him of an essay. He was like a puppy dog after that, loyal to her." She said laughing sadly, getting a smile laugh from Darien.

"She was the best momma." Masen said, quiet and innocent. "Even after she got sick, she was always strong and stubborn." They laughed sadly again at the memory of our mother's personality. It was at this moment that they had us follow them to the photo board that had pictures of after our birth.

"That was after her C-Section with us." I said, liking how happy she looked in the picture and how I wished I could see that smile once more. This is when the group spoke among themselves at first.

"Is this why she left at the beginning of senior year?" Mike asked, curious. I nodded, showing them that I could hear their conversation. I turned my attention towards my grandmother and grandfather who were looking at the pictures of our mother after her birth and then seeing the next thirty some years of her life. I walked over and hugged them. By this time it was time for the minister to begin the service. This is when my brother pulled out his small camcorder. The sole purpose for us recording everything was for us to have video memories of our mother so we would have a lot of memories we could watch over again. And, also if we found out father out there somewhere we could and would be showing them this footage, to show what they have missed. The camera had been passed down from our grandfather to Darien.

I guess it was good to have these recordings in case we ever found them. This fact made me smile a very tiny bit. Maybe by seeing these videos and photos it would hurt him... Was it wrong of me to think that way? I mean he is our father. Was it alright to hate him a little bit? I mean he left her, granted he thought it was for a good reason, but then again, how was he supposed to know? I really hoped I could meet him sometime in my life. I really did. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Family, and Friends... We are here to celebrate the amazing life of Isabella Marie Swan. A young woman, only the age of thirty-four. An amazing mother of three sixteen year old triplets Renesmee, Darien, and Masen Cullen. And an incredible daughter of Charlie Swan and Renee Dwyer and step-daughter of Phil Dwyer. Her life was a great one, filled with many joys, but one of the greatest joys was becoming a mother, said her father, it was the joy that she appreciated the most, more than her own life." I was sitting in my seat, trying to hold back my sobs. "She was a victim of a cruel diagnosis of cancer and it ended her life after six harsh years. As far as speeches go, Isabella's father, mother, and daughter Renesmee would like to say a few words. Would Mr. Swan step up here please?" It was at that moment that I saw him walk up, his eyes puffy from crying so much. He walked up handkerchief in hand. The sight of him in tears made this a bit more painful than it already was.

"Hello..." Grandpa said, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm Charlie Swan." I looked over at Darien as he was crying while holding the camera. I was trying to be strong for my siblings but trying my hardest not to cry, but who the hell was I kidding? I let go, letting all of my emotions go."I am Isabella's father." He said, chuckling sadly as he sniffled. "You know, that day... when your standing in the delivery room, waiting for your child to be born you begin to feel and imagine a lot of things. I feared, I worried, and I felt pure excitement at the chance at being a father... though it would never have crossed my mind that I would be out living my own child. As a father you picture them doing a bunch of big things, which Bella didn't disappoint. She went through a hard, painful, and job well done birth to bring my three grandchildren into the world. Her job of raising these children by herself at eighteen and making sure her children came first, I couldn't have asked for a better daughter and I feel blessed that god gave me the chance to be Bella's father. And I want to thank him for giving me three parts of her that I can have with me forever." I couldn't help it and began embarrassingly wailing in front of everyone. Up next was my grandmother Renee who basically said the same thing as grandpa Charlie.

Now it was my time to go up to the podium and I knew that I wouldn't be able to control myself. As I walked up to speak, I looked at my mother's casket one last time before turning my attention to the people in front of me. "Hi..." I cried quietly. "I'm Renesmee... Bella's daughter. Let me start off my saying that she was the best mother a child could ask for.. She was sweet, selfless, kind, and very hardworking. She was always sure that were were taken care of completely before she ever considered to take care of herself. Even when she got sick she was the exact same way until she couldn't do anything anymore. We would fight her on it, telling her that she needed to say down and rest instead of taking care of us... and she would simply say, "Shut up, you are more important to me than my own life so let me take care of you." Yep... that's the way she was, selfless and stubborn." I said, giggling sadly, hearing the others laugh for a moment. After she had been diagnosed my brothers and I had thought it was our fault because she had worked so hard to care for us. Everyday we wish that we could see our mother walking through the door with her happy and glorious smile saying 'Hello' to us when she came home. But it is just now that my brothers and I have come to realize that we will never hear 'Mom loves you." I cried hard and looked up to the ceiling. "But... there will never be a day where we will forget what a great mother she was."

I smiled a little and looked at everyone. "I know that this may sound a little odd, but mom we love you! Please, look and watch over us, maybe once and a while give us a sigh that you are there protecting us." As if my prayers had been answered because as soon as I had finished saying that the radio in the back that had been playing music earlier turned on and began to play "I miss you" by Miley Cyrus. And as we listened it was as if some of the lyrics had changed, as if our mother was speaking these words to grandpa, grandma, Darien, Masen, and I... and in a weird way I felt like this was sang for our father as well.

Sha la la la la
Sha la la la la

You used to call me your angel (I was guessing that mom was singing this part to grandma and grandpa.)

Said I was sent straight down from heaven
You'd hold me close in your arms

You loved the way I was so strong
I never wanted to leave
I wanted to stay here holding you (And I guessed that this was to us)

I miss you
I miss your smiles
And I still shed a tear
Every once in a while
And even though it's different now
I'm still here somehow
My heart won't let you go
And I need you to know
I miss you, sha la la la la
I miss you

I used to call you my dreamers
And now you're living out my dream
Oh how I wish I could see
Everything that's happening for you
I'm thinking back on the past
It's true that time is flying by too fast

In a better place, yeah
But I wish that I could see your faces, oh
You know I'm where I need to be
Even though it's not there with you

I felt my tears running again as I looked at my mom in her casket as well as my brothers, my grandfather, and my grandmother while everyone else was gasping, including them as they cried happily. "Thank you." I said silently, moving my lips. After I spoke I pulled some things out of my pocket since people were allowed to put stuff in the casket and I pulled out a replica picture of her and dad at junior prom, a picture of our birth, my old teddy bear. Darien and Masen had also insisted on putting somethings in there and they put in mom's favorite ring and her favorite bracelet in the casket.

After the service, our mother was cremated and separated into the many different urns before we went home, spending one last night in our old home before our things were packed up and we moved to our new home with our grandpa Charlie.

To Be Continued...

Ok, so, yeah still sad, might be that way for a little while long, I apologize about that. Well, yes, disclaimer about the Miley Cyrus lyrics. I did change some of the parts to make it as if Bella was saying that to her children and parents so I take no ownership of the song "I Miss You". The credit for it goes to Miley. Thank you and I hope you... liked this chapter. More are to come shortly.