First of all, I apologize for the long delay.The penguins stole my internet.-shifty eyes- Anyways, I hope this chapter will help you forgive the penguins.They insisted on putting in who died, so I think you'll likethat. :D

MAJOR thanks to all my reviewers- youall are so awesome! And I know who you are, Emily. Yes, the penguins told me all about you. Muahahaha.

After this, I believe there will be one more chapter. In the final chapter, I promise you will find out what the letter says. Until then, Au revoir!

House hated the sun. Hated it with a passion. He much preferred the steady patter of rain, or the crash of booming thunder that could drown out even Cuddy's yelling. Heat lightning would be preferable to this annoyingly bright and cheery sunshine. He smiled to himself over the irony. Heat lightning. That would be that last type of weather to happen today, because although the sun was out, a bitter, freezing wind whipped through the cemetery, flinging dirt into everyone's eyes. House was glad he had stopped by his home before driving here, picking up two heavy black coats, since he hadn't had one at the hospital, and Cameron's light brown one was neither warm nor funeral-type clothing. Glancing over at her standing next to him, House couldn't resist looking her up and down. Although a bit big, he thought she looked good in his coat. Seemingly aware of House looking at her, Cameron turned to him and smiled slightly. She seemed about to open her mouth, but was distracted bya man moving away from the group of people standing around the open coffin. This man House knew quite well.

The man stood in front of the small crowd, hands behind his back. Opening his mouth to speak, he choked as a sudden gust of wind blasted by. Clearing his throat of sandto start again, he solemnly gazed toward them, and gruffly spoke.

"I'm afraid that I'm not very good at this sort of thing, so I'll be short. I thank all of you for coming today to say farewell to my wife. We all knew how much she touched each person she met, even if it was for a little while. She held together, not only her life, but all those lives she loved and cared for. I hope each of us can be happy in the knowledge that she led a joyful life, as she is happy in watching over us in death, much as she did while living." There were murmurs and soft clapping as the man nodded his head and stepped aside. The group shuffled forward to pay their respects. House started to move with them, but was stopped. He looked down to see Cameron in his path, staring him straight in the eye.

She spoke firmly. "Go talk to him."

House couldn't take his eyes off those ocean blues. He could imagine himself swimming in that ocean, playing in them, splashing, wading, relaxing. Her ocean eyes, his sky blue ones. The ocean and sky meeting at the horizon that never ended, as the ocean and the sky never seemed to end. Her next softly spoken words quieted the roaring of the waves in his ears, and he returned to reality, berating himself for letting his imagination fly so freely.

"Please." Cameron asked quietly. "She would want you to."

House stabbed the hard ground with his cane. Sighing, he answered, "Fine. But," he added, "You have to give me two hours of clinic duty the day after tomorrow."

Cameron looked confused. Then realization dawned. "Cuddy." House shrugged.

"I figured if she would let me have off one day, I could get another."

Cameron nodded, a small smile on her lips. She joined the line of people in front of the coffin as House stopped jabbing the ground long enough to look over at the man, now standing off to one side. House stood, irresolute, then limped over. The man looked up and straightened as he came near. He nodded his hello. "Greg."

"Hey."

The two stood alone together, just looking at each other for long moments. The man turned his gaze to the coffin. "I see you got my letter."

Uncomfortable, House followed his lead. "Yep." There was a pause. Then, quietly. "Thanks."

"It needed to be said."

More silence.

House fidgeted. "I guess this is goodbye then." The man sighed.

"I suppose it is." After another minute, the man turned and walked away. Neither of them expected to see the other ever again. And that was okay.

House glanced over at Cameron, who was now kneeling next to the coffin. Even from a distance, he could see two tears, one after the other, slide down her cheeks. He snorted. Cameron could attend the funeral of a stranger and still cry for them. He watched as she whispered words to the dead, then stand up and move away. Looking around, she spied the solitary House, and a distance away, the man who had spoken about his wife. She walked over to House, paused at his side, and murmured "I'll meet you in the car." He nodded, and she continued on.

By now, everyone had left. Only House remained near the coffin now. He caned over, and stood beside it for a long time, gazing down at the still face. Twilight was rapidly setting. He stroked the cold hand, whispered two words, then left to join Cameron in the warm car.

Those two winds lingered over the coffin until the next strong gust of wind scattered them into the now purple sky.

"Goodbye, Mom."