She's dead.

She's really, truly dead.

Gone.

Forever.

It finally hits me as they lower her body into the ground. This just isn't fair. It wasn't her time, and I'm sick of people telling me it was. No more sarcasm. I won't be lovingly teased daily. How am I going to live? Tears start making there way down my face. A man next to me leans in.

"She was old. It was her time." I glare at him. How could this happen? I was there with her. I thought she was going to be fine. Then the machine flatlined. I run my fingers through my hair, the hair she loved to run her fingers through. I loved her. I learned from her daily, she always made me smile.

"Greg." My wife puts her head on my shoulder. "Greg, I'm so sorry. I know you loved Nana Olaf. I did too." I pull Sara Sanders closer to me, and kiss our sleeping two year old son Eliot on the head.

"I used to think I would be at your funeral." She looks at me.

"But you aren't, Greg. Thanks to those doctors. They saved Eliot and I."

"I could have lost both of you." She kisses my cheek. When Eliot turned 1, about a month after the wedding, we decided to see if he was mine. He is. Grissom didn't care. He had been cheating on her for 3 years. He didn't care about Sara and I, at least not until Lady Heather dumped him. He came back to her, begging for her back. She slapped him. It was actually quite funny.

"You didn't, Greg. Thank god, you didn't And now, you have a family of 4. She rubs her large belly.

"Did I tell you you look like you swallowed a beach ball?"

"Only three times. It's normal at 8 months pregnant, Greg." I smile a little. Sara Sanders is the only person in the world who can make me forget I'm at a funeral. The crowd around us fades, the funeral over. I put a flower on top of Nana Olaf's grave, letting a few more tears fall down my face. Sara kisses them off.

"I love you, Sara."

"Love you more, Greg." I put my arm around Sara and we walk away. Together. Like it should be.

HA! Did you guys hate me at the beginning? LOL. I would never kill Sara. So… Sequel anyone? I'm thinking Grissom comes back, begging for Sara, and this time, she considers his offer. Thank you so much for reading, it means the world to me.

P.S. If anyone does want a sequel, tell me if you want the baby to be a girl or boy, and a name suggestion! Eliot was named after T.S. Eliot. Love him! And you guys! But not in a weird way! I'm going to shut up now.