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Chapter Four
disclaimer: Micaela and Ryan are mine. That's it. Seriously. Oh, and the song "My Best Friend"? Yeah, that's Tim McGraw's.
Little girls were supposed to wear pink. That was the thought running through Monica's head as she gazed at her daughter. Little girls were supposed to wear pink. Not black. Never black. And yet that was what Micaela was dressed in today.
Monica took a deep breath as she walked down the aisle of the church. The last time she'd walked down the aisle, she remembered, it'd been her wedding day. In a twist of cruel irony, the man who'd been at the end of the aisle that day was also there today-in a casket.
Monica reached the pulpit, heart beating fiercely, sweat pouring off her face. She'd always hated public speaking, but today was doubly worse. How was she supposed to do this? How on earth was she supposed to bring comfort to the hundreds of crying people in the church, when she couldn't even begin to comfort herself? How was she supposed to tell about how wonderful her life was with Richard when she knew it would no longer be? Millions of hows and whys rushed through her mind, but she finally took a deep breath, and began.
"Richard Burke was not just my husband," she said, "He was......he was everything. He was the most amazing father anybody could ask for. Michelle, Tim, Ryan and Micaela, his four children, worshiped him. They had good reason to. Richard was always there for them, constantly. He'd go to every game, every open house, every ballet recital. He'd read to them, and talk to them. He'd do everything.
"Honestly, I really don't know how things are going to go on without him. People tell you that eventually, things become regular again, but I'm not really sure they ever can be. I guess the best thing I've heard so far is from another widow who told me that the feeling never does completely go away. But what does happen is eventually, you learn to cope. Like if you broke your right hand, you just learn to write with your left. You figure out some way. I guess, eventually, I will have to figure out some way. I guess we all will. But for right now, I think the best we can do is remember Richard. Remember him for what he was. A wonderful doctor, a perfect husband and a devoted father.
"But most of all, I want you to remember Richard as your friend. If there was anything Richard was, it was a wonderful friend. He befriended everyone he met, even people who didn't really want friends. He just has that ability. People looked up to him. People admired him. Everyone loved him, especially me. The song I'm going to play for you is one of his favorites, and I think it describes how we all felt about him, but especially how I felt about him. Thank you all for coming today, and remember, remember your friend. Remember Richard Burke."
She stepped down from the pulpit and pressed play on the stereo. I never had no one
I could count on I've been let down so many times
I was tired of hurtin'
So tired of searchin'
'Til you walked into my life
It was a feelin'
I'd never known
And for the first time
I didn't feel alone
You're more than a lover
There could never be another
To make me feel the way you do
Oh we just get closer
I fall in love all over
Everytime I look at you
I don't know where I'd be
Without you here with me
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend
You're my best friend, oh yeah
You stand by me
And you believe in me
Like nobody ever has
When my world goes crazy
You're right there to save me
You make me see how much I have
And I still tremble
When we touch
And oh the look in your eyes
When we make love
You're more than a lover
***
In the very back row of the church, Chandler Bing sat, with tears streaming down his cheeks.
TBC..........
PLEASE REVIEW! I promise, promise that this is going somewhere! But it won't go anyplace if you don't review! Thnx!
Chapter Four
disclaimer: Micaela and Ryan are mine. That's it. Seriously. Oh, and the song "My Best Friend"? Yeah, that's Tim McGraw's.
Little girls were supposed to wear pink. That was the thought running through Monica's head as she gazed at her daughter. Little girls were supposed to wear pink. Not black. Never black. And yet that was what Micaela was dressed in today.
Monica took a deep breath as she walked down the aisle of the church. The last time she'd walked down the aisle, she remembered, it'd been her wedding day. In a twist of cruel irony, the man who'd been at the end of the aisle that day was also there today-in a casket.
Monica reached the pulpit, heart beating fiercely, sweat pouring off her face. She'd always hated public speaking, but today was doubly worse. How was she supposed to do this? How on earth was she supposed to bring comfort to the hundreds of crying people in the church, when she couldn't even begin to comfort herself? How was she supposed to tell about how wonderful her life was with Richard when she knew it would no longer be? Millions of hows and whys rushed through her mind, but she finally took a deep breath, and began.
"Richard Burke was not just my husband," she said, "He was......he was everything. He was the most amazing father anybody could ask for. Michelle, Tim, Ryan and Micaela, his four children, worshiped him. They had good reason to. Richard was always there for them, constantly. He'd go to every game, every open house, every ballet recital. He'd read to them, and talk to them. He'd do everything.
"Honestly, I really don't know how things are going to go on without him. People tell you that eventually, things become regular again, but I'm not really sure they ever can be. I guess the best thing I've heard so far is from another widow who told me that the feeling never does completely go away. But what does happen is eventually, you learn to cope. Like if you broke your right hand, you just learn to write with your left. You figure out some way. I guess, eventually, I will have to figure out some way. I guess we all will. But for right now, I think the best we can do is remember Richard. Remember him for what he was. A wonderful doctor, a perfect husband and a devoted father.
"But most of all, I want you to remember Richard as your friend. If there was anything Richard was, it was a wonderful friend. He befriended everyone he met, even people who didn't really want friends. He just has that ability. People looked up to him. People admired him. Everyone loved him, especially me. The song I'm going to play for you is one of his favorites, and I think it describes how we all felt about him, but especially how I felt about him. Thank you all for coming today, and remember, remember your friend. Remember Richard Burke."
She stepped down from the pulpit and pressed play on the stereo. I never had no one
I could count on I've been let down so many times
I was tired of hurtin'
So tired of searchin'
'Til you walked into my life
It was a feelin'
I'd never known
And for the first time
I didn't feel alone
You're more than a lover
There could never be another
To make me feel the way you do
Oh we just get closer
I fall in love all over
Everytime I look at you
I don't know where I'd be
Without you here with me
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend
You're my best friend, oh yeah
You stand by me
And you believe in me
Like nobody ever has
When my world goes crazy
You're right there to save me
You make me see how much I have
And I still tremble
When we touch
And oh the look in your eyes
When we make love
You're more than a lover
***
In the very back row of the church, Chandler Bing sat, with tears streaming down his cheeks.
TBC..........
PLEASE REVIEW! I promise, promise that this is going somewhere! But it won't go anyplace if you don't review! Thnx!