MOVING ON
Saying Goodbye to Best Years
By Pat Squared
It was time for Kim to say goodbye to her fiancé, best friend, and lover. Kim's mom and the doctors didn't want Kim to go, but Kim insisted. She had to go.
Since she awoke from the coma, Kim Possible replayed every moment of the fiasco at the airport.
Sure she was hurt, but she had Drakken in her sights. She let Drakken kill her fiancé and Kim wouldn't even shoot him when he pointed Ron's pistol at her face.
Kim knew that she couldn't have missed if only she pulled the trigger.
Drakken was only five feet away and the blade of the front pistol face was lined up to give Drakken a 0.4 inch diameter bindi, or Indian beauty mark, the instant she squeezed the trigger.
Kim Possible, once voted most likely to succeed, failed to do the simplest thing one could be asked to do, and it cost her everything that she valued.
The truth did not set her free, but would trap her in a lifetime of guilt.
Kim would go to the funeral. She had to say goodbye. But how...
A thousand times she tried to say sorry, but Ron was not around to listen to her pleas for forgiveness. He would not be able to forgive her as he forgave all the other times that she let him down.
Worse no one but Drakken and Kim really knew what truly happened on that mobile stairway.
The authorities called her a hero for trying to stop Drakken despite her life threatening wounds.
Kim didn't care anymore what they thought of her. She was a fraud! Anything is possible for a Possible - That was the lie that killed Ron. No matter how many lives she saved ... No matter how many times she stopped the bad guys ...
She was not a hero.
A hero does not have a website trolling for a chance at some publicity.
Ron was the real hero.
To everyone he was just the sidekick or buffoon. He didn't care that she got all the applause. He faced down he darkest fears and stood up stoically for what is just and good on this mud pie called earth.
Kim Possible was worthless. She played the hero. When it stopped being a game, she felt fear. It paralyzed her. She was a coward.
She was nothing but a product consuming organism.
Today Kim would see Ron off to heaven.
Ron paid the ferryman's fare and earned his place in Valhalla. He shot and killed the men who shot her.
Despite his fear, Ron Stoppable kept on fighting, like he always did. Even when he was down, he did not lie there, crying, waiting for death to claim him. He kept up the fight until he could fight no more.
Ron died more of a warrior than she ever would be.
He stood up and took a round so that he could stop the man from hurting her. He killed two men so that she would be alive. Ron died for her and she couldn't perform the simple task of squeezing an eight pound trigger and save her lover from her old enemy.
The funeral went off as planned.
Even the weather cooperated. The clouds were appropriately dark and gloomy. It seemed as if Mother Earth herself was poised to wept at the lost of real heroes.
Covered by the all major cable news stations, the funeral was the classic military style funeral to mark the passage of a hero from this life unto the next.
Confined to a wheel chair and dependant upon bottled oxygen going into her one functioning lung, Kim Possible fought against the urge to break down and brawl in public.
Drakken would be watching, laughing at her pitiful existence and she did not want his to get anymore joy out of what he did to her fiancé.
The squad from the US Marshal Servicefired off a twenty one gun salute.
Three Global Justice Agents and three deputy US marshals, including Ron's uncle Saul and Deputy Marshal Cortez, served as pall bearers silently carrying the casket.
The President of the United States read a proclamation and pinned the Forsyth award on the colors covering Ron's casket.
The Attorney General and US Marshal promised that heaven and earth will be moved to apprehend the killers of Ronald Dean Stoppable and his fellow marshals.
Dr. Betty Director, the head of Global Justice publicly proclaimed that Ronald Dean Stoppable was the bravest man she ever had the honor to know.
Rabbi Katz spoke about the love so great that one had to sacrifice himself for the good of all and the cause of justice.
Father Rodriguez talked about No greater love that one to lie down's ones life for a brother.
All flags were to hang at half mast for the next month in memory of the brave men and women who died in the ambush. A man in dress blues gave the folded American flag to Ron's mother. She had to watch as Ron's parents said goodbye to their only son.
Kim wanted to lose it when they lowered his coffin into the hole. It should have been her. Not him. Ron deserved better than to be cut down in the prime of his life.
The bugler played taps.
Everyone threw in flowers and law enforcement threw in their mourning bands. With practiced efficiency, the cemetery crew dropped the concrete slab and sealed the burial vault. It was too much as the worker started shoveling earth into Ron's grave. Kim couldn't hold back the pain.
Twenty two years of life, over eighteen years of friendship, and five years of being lovers and all that would mark his passing was a simply craved headstone.
Ronald Dean Stoppable, US Marshal Service, 1988 to 2010, No Greater Love...
It was ironic that a line from the New Testament would be chiseled upon the gravestone of a Jewish boy.
Kim wanted to be hated, but everyone felt sorry of for the little girl in the wheelchair.
Things went worse at the post funeral reception.
Ron's parents didn't hate her
They said that in their minds that Kim would always be a daughter to them even though Ron pasted away before the wedding. It hurt her worse than if they methodically took a sledge hammer to every bone in her body.
Kim wanted to be hated, to be slapped, to accept the blame that she deserved. She couldn't believe that they would not only forgive her, but accept her into their grief.
That night Kim possible knew that she would never be able to see Ron in this life or the next. She was undeserving of Ron's love and guilty that he sacrificed himself for someone who wouldn't go all the way for the man she loved.
Kimberly Anne Possible did the only thing that she knew that would end her pain on this earth.
She filled the tub up with warm water and managed to break apartoneof her brother'sdisposable razors for the blade. She asked her mom to get some refills on the pain medication so that she would be alone.
It took several tries and two bottles of hard liquor before Kim slashed her veins.
Kim Possible remembered what the nuns told her about suicide and going to hell in her ancient days at Sunday School. She hope that Ron would understand that she would never be worthy of going into heaven and seeing him again.
Kim slipped into the darkness wondering how hot the flames of hell were going to burn.