Author's Note: Final Chapter!

Five years later:

It was five years ago that 4 surgeons lost one of their own. A friend that meant more than life.

To Derek Sheperd, she was a lover and life partner. Someone that he loved more than life itself. That faithful day five years ago made him die just a little bit. A little piece of him died. After that he went out of Seattle, independently practicing medicine.

To Cristina Yang, she was friend and fellow surgeon. Not only did they create an eternal friendly bond but supported each other through tough time. Her current husband, Preston Burke, was named chief. After doing so, he dedicated the hospital's surgical ward for her.

To Isobel Stevens, she was someone who would make her feel. Make her laugh, make her mad, and cheer her up when she was down. Isobel walked her son, Patrick Alexander O'Malley through the cemetery.

To George O'Malley, she was a former lover and someone who helped him through good and bad. Her helpful words and nods told him that he shouldn't be scared to express himself and admit his love toward his eternal lover, Isobel.

The group walked up to her gravestone and looked at it. Patrick had fallen asleep, missing the sunset. The sunset that would mark the final goodbye. They wanted no more tears. But as the tears fell, the friends smiled because they knew she would always be in their hearts.

The gravestone read simply:

Dr. Meredith Grey August 5, 1972- March 23, 2005

A beautiful loving surgeon but most importantly

She was a friend.

-Fin-

Mannnn, my writing gets worse by the day. Any words of encouragement? Let me know. Please read my next fic. I promise that it won't end like this.Anyway if you know how much that you reading this meant to be. You would be shocked. I thank you eternally.

--I read about the afterlife.