Disclaimer: I own nothing, the song in this chapter is "Tears In Heaven" by Eric Clapton and I don't own that either!
Faith felt weak as she walked through the sliding emergency room doors. She saw Rose and Michael waiting, there eyes soaked with tears as they stared at her. She knew something bad had happened. She approached them, her eyes forming tears that slowly began to trickle down her face.
"Rose, what happened?"
Rose stood up and pulled her into a hug. "Faith, he had another seizure, a bad seizure."
Faith pulled away. She remembered what the doctor had told her. One more seizure and he'd die from it. She had a sudden wave of nausea run over her as Rose's words hit her like a ton of bricks. His time to go was now, it was here. The wait was over.
Faith stared down at Mikey who had his hands folded and his eyes closed. He was praying, something Faith had never seen any of the Boscorelli's do.
"What room did they take him in?" Faith's voice was shaky as she stared down at Rose who was now sitting again.
"Exam room one." She pointed in its direction and watched Faith as she practically broke into a jog towards the room.
Faith stopped in front of the window that showed into his room. A nurse and two doctors stood over him, there brows creased and their faces showing no hope for the future of the body that laid in the bed before them. The nurse noticed Faith's stare and quickly shut the curtain on the window.
She turned away and began crying uncontrollably. Her best friend was practically dead and there was nothing anybody could do. Why did this happen to him? No one should deserve to die like this, hopeless and helpless. She walked back to Rose and noticed Bosco's father was now there. It caught her off guard.
She stuck her hand out for him to shake. "Hello Mr. Boscorelli."
"Hello Officer." His voice was soft and low as he paced back and forth. Even though him and Bosco had a bad past he was here for him, which helped Faith in ways she didn't understand. She noticed a doctor approach them, a small clipboard in hand.
"Is this Officer Boscorelli's family?"
Rose nodded.
"As you know, his brain suffered another seizure sending him into a coma. After about 30 minutes into the coma he went brain dead. As of right now we have him on a ventilator keeping him alive. It will be your decision when it is time to cut it off."
Words like 'brain dead' and 'ventilator' stuck out to Faith. Those were words used for someone much older, who already lived their life, not for someone who was only 33 and had a life still ahead of them.
Rose wiped away more tears and cleared her throat, "Can we see him before you turn it off?"
"Sure. Follow me." The doctor led them to the room where Bosco was. "You may go in one at a time to tell him whatever you want, make your peace with him."
Rose went in first. She felt like she needed to pass out as she stared down at her oldest son in the bed below her. She heard the machine move at the same time his chest did, keeping oxygen moving through his body. She ran her hand over his forehead.
"Maurice, this is your mama. I just wanted to tell you that I love you. You were the greatest kid any mother could ask for. You are a hero. I'm going to miss you so much. I love you." She kissed his cheek and watched as some of her tears fell down and soaked into his hospital robe. "Goodbye Maurice."
His father went in next. He paced at the foot of the bed, not really sure what to say to his son he hadn't seen in forever.
"I know we didn't have a good past son. I know you probably grew up hating me. These are my final words to you. I'm sorry for the pain I caused you and your brother and mother. I'm sorry. I love you."
Mikey sat beside his bed. "Hey Mo, how you feeling?" He laughed gently, though he felt like crying out loud. It was weird not getting a response out of him, he usually had tons to say. "I love you."
Faith stood outside and was a bit scared to enter the room. Rose grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. "Go Faith. You were so important to him."
Faith nodded and walked slowly into the dark room. She sobbed loudly when she saw his helpless body. "Oh my God." She whispered as she made her way up to him.
"Bosco. I'm so sorry for all of this. Many will remember you. I'll never forget you. People come in and out of our lives everyday, some forgotten, and some remembered, some not even noticed. But you Bosco, you will be one of the greatest memories I'll cherish in my mind for as long as I live. You brightened my life in ways I can't explain to you. You were my best friend. We made it through the good times and the bad ones also. I'll probably never ever share a friendship with anyone else like I did with you. They'll never ever be one quite like you."
She looked out the window at the rain falling hard. She thought about the irony in the raindrops. The heavens were crying also.
"I love you Bosco. You be good up in heaven. A piece of you will always be in my heart."
~~
They all met in the lobby of the ER and decided now was the best time to cut the ventilator. He was gone, there was no use in keeping it going. The doctor proceeded to do it.
"Time of death is 4:45 am."
~~
The funeral was two days later. Faith ran her hands over her dress uniform and stared up into the mirror before her. She was asked to do the eulogy, but she wasn't sure if she could make it through.
She walked up to the small podium set up in the cemetery yard. She stared down at the casket that had an American flag draped over it. His hat and badge lay on top of it, along with a small picture of him. She stared down at the many that attended this sad ceremony. She pulled out a small paper filled with notes on what she was going to talk about. Her face grew hot as she felt tears beginning to flow down her face.
She cleared her throat. "Hello. It is a sad day for everyone here. Today a fellow police officer and friend will be laid to rest. Though he didn't deserve it, his time to leave this world came, though it was early. Many of you knew Maurice Boscorelli on a personal level. To some of you he came off as hard headed with a bad attitude, others he came off as a professional who did his job and did it right.
Very few of us got to see his sensitive side. He hardly ever showed it, he felt as if it were a sign of weakness. The last few weeks of Bosco's life he changed dramatically. One minute he was mean and angry, the next sweet and caring.
I remember what he told me a few days before he died. He told me he hoped this world improved after he died. We were at the park one day watching some kids play. He asked me if I thought that would be the last time he would hear children laugh. I never knew exactly what to say, so I told him to take things one day at a time.
He also said that death was a part of life, though his was short lived. Death is a part of life; I just never understood why he had to die so young. Then I pondered about it and thought up why. God realized Maurice Boscorelli was perfect. He realized Bosco was heaven on earth, so instead of letting him stay here, he wanted Bosco back. He wanted him back so he could be an angel that would protect us all.
I don't think I'll ever get over his death, but I'll always remember that he isn't suffering any more. He's up there, happy with no worries, watching over every single one of us. He was born an angel, and he died an angel. Maurice Boscorelli, we all look up to you and feel protected. We know things will be right." She looked up at the sky and saluted.
The 21-gun salute rang out through the cemetery as Faith and Rose stood over the casket. Faith watched as two officers folded the flag, and presented it to Rose. They all saluted, and released. There was not a dry eye at the ceremony.
~~
That night while Faith laid in bed, she could hear Bosco's voice echo in her mind.
"I never thought something like this would bring me down. I always thought I'd be killed on some shoot out or something, not stuck in a hospital bed with a million tubes sticking out of me. This isn't Maurice Boscorelli."
"Yeah it is. Maurice Boscorelli is a mortal. Officer Bosco is immortal. I'll always remember you didn't get killed being a cop. You got killed being an every day human being."
She rolled over and sniffed. Bosco was in heaven where he belonged.
Eric Clapton
Tears In Heaven
Would you know my name
if I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...
Would you hold my hand
if I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
if I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way through night and day
'Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven...
Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart, have you begging please...
Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure
And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven...
Would you know my name
if I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...
The End.
Faith felt weak as she walked through the sliding emergency room doors. She saw Rose and Michael waiting, there eyes soaked with tears as they stared at her. She knew something bad had happened. She approached them, her eyes forming tears that slowly began to trickle down her face.
"Rose, what happened?"
Rose stood up and pulled her into a hug. "Faith, he had another seizure, a bad seizure."
Faith pulled away. She remembered what the doctor had told her. One more seizure and he'd die from it. She had a sudden wave of nausea run over her as Rose's words hit her like a ton of bricks. His time to go was now, it was here. The wait was over.
Faith stared down at Mikey who had his hands folded and his eyes closed. He was praying, something Faith had never seen any of the Boscorelli's do.
"What room did they take him in?" Faith's voice was shaky as she stared down at Rose who was now sitting again.
"Exam room one." She pointed in its direction and watched Faith as she practically broke into a jog towards the room.
Faith stopped in front of the window that showed into his room. A nurse and two doctors stood over him, there brows creased and their faces showing no hope for the future of the body that laid in the bed before them. The nurse noticed Faith's stare and quickly shut the curtain on the window.
She turned away and began crying uncontrollably. Her best friend was practically dead and there was nothing anybody could do. Why did this happen to him? No one should deserve to die like this, hopeless and helpless. She walked back to Rose and noticed Bosco's father was now there. It caught her off guard.
She stuck her hand out for him to shake. "Hello Mr. Boscorelli."
"Hello Officer." His voice was soft and low as he paced back and forth. Even though him and Bosco had a bad past he was here for him, which helped Faith in ways she didn't understand. She noticed a doctor approach them, a small clipboard in hand.
"Is this Officer Boscorelli's family?"
Rose nodded.
"As you know, his brain suffered another seizure sending him into a coma. After about 30 minutes into the coma he went brain dead. As of right now we have him on a ventilator keeping him alive. It will be your decision when it is time to cut it off."
Words like 'brain dead' and 'ventilator' stuck out to Faith. Those were words used for someone much older, who already lived their life, not for someone who was only 33 and had a life still ahead of them.
Rose wiped away more tears and cleared her throat, "Can we see him before you turn it off?"
"Sure. Follow me." The doctor led them to the room where Bosco was. "You may go in one at a time to tell him whatever you want, make your peace with him."
Rose went in first. She felt like she needed to pass out as she stared down at her oldest son in the bed below her. She heard the machine move at the same time his chest did, keeping oxygen moving through his body. She ran her hand over his forehead.
"Maurice, this is your mama. I just wanted to tell you that I love you. You were the greatest kid any mother could ask for. You are a hero. I'm going to miss you so much. I love you." She kissed his cheek and watched as some of her tears fell down and soaked into his hospital robe. "Goodbye Maurice."
His father went in next. He paced at the foot of the bed, not really sure what to say to his son he hadn't seen in forever.
"I know we didn't have a good past son. I know you probably grew up hating me. These are my final words to you. I'm sorry for the pain I caused you and your brother and mother. I'm sorry. I love you."
Mikey sat beside his bed. "Hey Mo, how you feeling?" He laughed gently, though he felt like crying out loud. It was weird not getting a response out of him, he usually had tons to say. "I love you."
Faith stood outside and was a bit scared to enter the room. Rose grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. "Go Faith. You were so important to him."
Faith nodded and walked slowly into the dark room. She sobbed loudly when she saw his helpless body. "Oh my God." She whispered as she made her way up to him.
"Bosco. I'm so sorry for all of this. Many will remember you. I'll never forget you. People come in and out of our lives everyday, some forgotten, and some remembered, some not even noticed. But you Bosco, you will be one of the greatest memories I'll cherish in my mind for as long as I live. You brightened my life in ways I can't explain to you. You were my best friend. We made it through the good times and the bad ones also. I'll probably never ever share a friendship with anyone else like I did with you. They'll never ever be one quite like you."
She looked out the window at the rain falling hard. She thought about the irony in the raindrops. The heavens were crying also.
"I love you Bosco. You be good up in heaven. A piece of you will always be in my heart."
~~
They all met in the lobby of the ER and decided now was the best time to cut the ventilator. He was gone, there was no use in keeping it going. The doctor proceeded to do it.
"Time of death is 4:45 am."
~~
The funeral was two days later. Faith ran her hands over her dress uniform and stared up into the mirror before her. She was asked to do the eulogy, but she wasn't sure if she could make it through.
She walked up to the small podium set up in the cemetery yard. She stared down at the casket that had an American flag draped over it. His hat and badge lay on top of it, along with a small picture of him. She stared down at the many that attended this sad ceremony. She pulled out a small paper filled with notes on what she was going to talk about. Her face grew hot as she felt tears beginning to flow down her face.
She cleared her throat. "Hello. It is a sad day for everyone here. Today a fellow police officer and friend will be laid to rest. Though he didn't deserve it, his time to leave this world came, though it was early. Many of you knew Maurice Boscorelli on a personal level. To some of you he came off as hard headed with a bad attitude, others he came off as a professional who did his job and did it right.
Very few of us got to see his sensitive side. He hardly ever showed it, he felt as if it were a sign of weakness. The last few weeks of Bosco's life he changed dramatically. One minute he was mean and angry, the next sweet and caring.
I remember what he told me a few days before he died. He told me he hoped this world improved after he died. We were at the park one day watching some kids play. He asked me if I thought that would be the last time he would hear children laugh. I never knew exactly what to say, so I told him to take things one day at a time.
He also said that death was a part of life, though his was short lived. Death is a part of life; I just never understood why he had to die so young. Then I pondered about it and thought up why. God realized Maurice Boscorelli was perfect. He realized Bosco was heaven on earth, so instead of letting him stay here, he wanted Bosco back. He wanted him back so he could be an angel that would protect us all.
I don't think I'll ever get over his death, but I'll always remember that he isn't suffering any more. He's up there, happy with no worries, watching over every single one of us. He was born an angel, and he died an angel. Maurice Boscorelli, we all look up to you and feel protected. We know things will be right." She looked up at the sky and saluted.
The 21-gun salute rang out through the cemetery as Faith and Rose stood over the casket. Faith watched as two officers folded the flag, and presented it to Rose. They all saluted, and released. There was not a dry eye at the ceremony.
~~
That night while Faith laid in bed, she could hear Bosco's voice echo in her mind.
"I never thought something like this would bring me down. I always thought I'd be killed on some shoot out or something, not stuck in a hospital bed with a million tubes sticking out of me. This isn't Maurice Boscorelli."
"Yeah it is. Maurice Boscorelli is a mortal. Officer Bosco is immortal. I'll always remember you didn't get killed being a cop. You got killed being an every day human being."
She rolled over and sniffed. Bosco was in heaven where he belonged.
Eric Clapton
Tears In Heaven
Would you know my name
if I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...
Would you hold my hand
if I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
if I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way through night and day
'Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven...
Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart, have you begging please...
Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure
And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven...
Would you know my name
if I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...
The End.