K, I know the song is long, but read it. It's by a group called Bread and
it's really good. It's sad though. It was played at one of my Uncles
funeral several years ago, and it's always made me think about how stupid I
get with taking things like family and friends for granted.
*~*
You sheltered me from harm.
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You gave my life to me
Set me free, Set me free
The finest years I ever knew
were all the years I had with you
I would give anything I own,
Give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
just to have you back again.
You taught me how to love,
What its of, what its of.
You never said too much,
but still you showed the way,
and I knew from watching you.
Nobody else could ever know
the part of me that can't let go.
I would give anything I own,
Give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again.
Is there someone you know,
you're loving them so,
but taking them all for granted.
You may lose them one day,
someone takes them away,
and they don't hear the words you long to say
I would give anything I own,
Give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again.
Just to touch you once again
*~*
All throughout the funeral, Hermione was able to keep it together. That is, until that song came on. It was a song her dad had listened to over and over again when she was a child. Until now, she had never really paid attention to the lyrics. They really seemed to hit home now. He had always known just what to say when she needed it. How to guide her along without pushing her. And then he was taken away from her. She had told him that she loved him before she left for school, but, other than that, she had done nothing. She hadn't given him a kiss on the cheek, or even a hug. Hermione recalled this with much regret. "It's not fair." She whispered through her sobs.
She was sitting between her mother and Ron. Ron had a protective arm around her, while her mother had a comforting hand on her lap. "I know. I know." Ron said as he pulled her closer to him. Hermione couldn't help but feel a little better with Ron there to comfort her, but it still hurt so badly to lose the only man who ever loved her. When Hermione thought of this, she collapsed into even harder sobs than before. Not only had she lost the only man who loved her. The only living man she loved didn't love her in the same way.
*~*
Ron felt extraordinarily bad for Hermione and her mother. Neither of them deserved to lose a loved one. No one did.
When they had arrived at the funeral, Ron had expected only a few people to come, it was after all, a closed casket ceremony and Hermione didn't exactly have a lot of family to speak of. But, to his great surprise, there were so many people there, some had to stand outside of the room.
As it turned out Mr. Granger had been a wonderful man to many people. Helping at fundraisers, giving to as many charities as he possibly could, never turning down a stranger who asked for help. It seemed to Ron, that all of those grateful people had shown up. Mr. Granger had touched so many lives. He had been so caring, giving, and loving.
Ron couldn't help but pray thanks to her father. He had brought Hermione into the world and taught her how to be just like him. Caring, giving, and loving. He had also, in a sense, given Ron a gift. A very precious gift in Ron's opinion. One he, Ron would take care of to no end. That gift was Hermione.
As he held her in his arms, tears began to sting his eyes, and gently role down his cheeks. Tears purely of sadness. For Hermione and her mother, having lost a loved one. And for himself, for never having a chance at the girl of his dreams.
*~*
Not much of a read was it. Sry bout that, but I hope to make then next chapter longer, and hopefully better.
Please Review.
*~*
You sheltered me from harm.
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You gave my life to me
Set me free, Set me free
The finest years I ever knew
were all the years I had with you
I would give anything I own,
Give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
just to have you back again.
You taught me how to love,
What its of, what its of.
You never said too much,
but still you showed the way,
and I knew from watching you.
Nobody else could ever know
the part of me that can't let go.
I would give anything I own,
Give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again.
Is there someone you know,
you're loving them so,
but taking them all for granted.
You may lose them one day,
someone takes them away,
and they don't hear the words you long to say
I would give anything I own,
Give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again.
Just to touch you once again
*~*
All throughout the funeral, Hermione was able to keep it together. That is, until that song came on. It was a song her dad had listened to over and over again when she was a child. Until now, she had never really paid attention to the lyrics. They really seemed to hit home now. He had always known just what to say when she needed it. How to guide her along without pushing her. And then he was taken away from her. She had told him that she loved him before she left for school, but, other than that, she had done nothing. She hadn't given him a kiss on the cheek, or even a hug. Hermione recalled this with much regret. "It's not fair." She whispered through her sobs.
She was sitting between her mother and Ron. Ron had a protective arm around her, while her mother had a comforting hand on her lap. "I know. I know." Ron said as he pulled her closer to him. Hermione couldn't help but feel a little better with Ron there to comfort her, but it still hurt so badly to lose the only man who ever loved her. When Hermione thought of this, she collapsed into even harder sobs than before. Not only had she lost the only man who loved her. The only living man she loved didn't love her in the same way.
*~*
Ron felt extraordinarily bad for Hermione and her mother. Neither of them deserved to lose a loved one. No one did.
When they had arrived at the funeral, Ron had expected only a few people to come, it was after all, a closed casket ceremony and Hermione didn't exactly have a lot of family to speak of. But, to his great surprise, there were so many people there, some had to stand outside of the room.
As it turned out Mr. Granger had been a wonderful man to many people. Helping at fundraisers, giving to as many charities as he possibly could, never turning down a stranger who asked for help. It seemed to Ron, that all of those grateful people had shown up. Mr. Granger had touched so many lives. He had been so caring, giving, and loving.
Ron couldn't help but pray thanks to her father. He had brought Hermione into the world and taught her how to be just like him. Caring, giving, and loving. He had also, in a sense, given Ron a gift. A very precious gift in Ron's opinion. One he, Ron would take care of to no end. That gift was Hermione.
As he held her in his arms, tears began to sting his eyes, and gently role down his cheeks. Tears purely of sadness. For Hermione and her mother, having lost a loved one. And for himself, for never having a chance at the girl of his dreams.
*~*
Not much of a read was it. Sry bout that, but I hope to make then next chapter longer, and hopefully better.
Please Review.