Helen's POV after Clare's death.

My angel had died. My Clare Diane Edwards had died. She was a quarter of my reason to live. And now she's just gone with the wind. I ask the lord everyday now to take care of my Clare. To watch over her for me. To treat her like gold. But who knows after all if there is a God? What if, when we die were just in a never ending dream? What if all we see is blackness? What if we feel the ground every time the earth shakes? What if it's just nothing? What if we feel nothing? What if we don't see anything? Is it even fair that someone so young die so early?

" Mrs. Edward, I'm so sorry about your lost. The lord shall watch over her," my preacher said as everyine else exited the church.

" Thank-you Father Thomas. I hope she is alright where ever she is now."

" Her soul will carry her where ever she pleases."

" Well I must get going. My other daughter Darcy is coming up today."

" Good-bye Mrs. Edwards. See you next Sunday."

I got up and exited the church with tears rolling down my face. Today the whole church had sent their prays to Clare. Even her ex-boyfriend Eli I think, came to respect her. Today was going to be second to worst day of my life. I had to tell Darcy about Clare's passing. I wondered how Darcy was going to react to this tragedy. Darcy and Clare were never really close but still cared.

I began to drive to the airport to pick up Darcy. My mind couldn't stay off Clare very long. I was always afraid that when I died Clare would never be the same. Well I guess I was far off. I will never be the same. I always thought that parents would die before their children. But in our condition it was my own angel who died before me. I felt as if I were carrying the wieght of her on my shoulders now.

When I got to the airport I saw Darcy waiting outside with her bags. I pulled up and let her throw her bags in the back. Once all her bags were all in she hoped in the front of the car. Should I tell her now? Later? When would be the right time?

" Hey mom. How are you?"

" I'm good sweetie, how have you been?"

" I'm good. So where's Clare?"

" Um, well sweetie. Clare passed away."

" What?"

" Clare's dead."

" No stop! She's not dead!"

" I'm sorry sweetie. I wish it wasn't true, but it is."

" No no this can't be happening!"