Here's a new one for you. I'm writting a chapter, to be added on June 18, 2007, one year after this story was published :o) Thanks Everyone for reading my work! Its been crazy, fun, and heart warming to have all these reviews, and all these e mails of people telling me they love my writing

"Dad?" the 10-year-old boy called. The uneven steps and thump of a cane calmed the boy. "Hey Dad."

"What are you still doing up, Dylan?"

"Is Mom okay?"

"We had a rough day today, son." Greg eased himself onto this son's bed. "We lost our patient this afternoon."

"Foreman's fault?"

"No," Greg said softly. "There was nothing we could do." Dylan nodded and stretched. "Dylan, am I around enough?"

"Yeah, why?"

"When I was a boy, my father wasn't around much, and when he was, he wasn't very nice." Greg looked away from his son. "I don't want to do that to you kids." Dylan took his father's hand.

"Remember when I was sick?" Greg nodded. "You and Mom, and Liv, Jeff, Elliot, and Doug, were there for me every second. You never let me feel bad, or feel scared. I think you're the best dad in the world." Greg smiled.

"Dad?" Liv called into Dylan's room. Greg looked up to see Jeff, Doug, Elliot, Alliosn and Liv in the doorway.

"Why do I feel like I've been surrounded?"

"Greg," Allison said moving to stand next to her husband. "Will you play for us?"

"What?" he asked, Standing.

"Anything," Elliot said, grinning. "You and Liv...play anything." The family made their way to the music room. Allison and her boys found spots on the bean-bag chairs and the couch, while Liv and her father each took a piano. They played together, beautiful medoly filled the house. Greg felt the eyes of his boys and his wife staring into him. It was a warm, kind feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed his fingers to do the work for him. When he stopped, he realized his daughter had stopped a long time ago, and he was playing solo.

He stopped, and his wife rested her hands on his shoulders. He sighed heavily.

"You did everything you could, Greg." The children decided it was best to leave their parents and head to their rooms. "Its not your fault. You did everything you could to save your father."

"I hate him," Greg whispered. "I did everything I could to save him, and all that I can do now is be glad he's out of my life."

"Greg-"

"Allison, my father is a mean, violent son of a bitch, who died because he was too proud to tell me what was wrong." Greg felt his eyes pool with tears. "If I cry, it will be for my mother, who didn't get to live long enough to be free from him." Allison sat on the piano bench next to her husband as she had many nights after many rough days. He wrapped an arm around her and sighed.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Your mom never knew life with you and not with him." Greg wiped tears from his cheeks. "Play for me," she urged.

Greg played his mother's favorite song; it was all he could do for her now. He could share her with Allison.