(A/N For the rest of the chapter, the remainder of the story will be narrated by Danny, Jr.)

My mom buried her face into my father's lifeless chest, sobbing hysterically. The ambulance arrived a little too late. He was announced dead on the spot. The long, seemingly endless ride to the hospital felt something like what the Greeks of ancient mythology must have felt as the crossed the river Styx into Hades, escorted by Charon, the ferryman of the dead.

"I'm so sorry, kids. We went through something today that should not have happened for another forty or fifty years."

Mom, Jess, and I were allowed to sit in the back with the body. All I could do was look at the body, hoping against hope that he would stir. Unable to stand the pain anymore, I embraced my mom and sister and wept with them. No, not wept. Sobbed.

It was a beautiful Saturday in February. The sun was out, the birds were singing, children were playing. But not here. The funeral home did a wonderful job.

I know it sounds cliché, but he really did look like he was sleeping, which made it all the more agonizing, knowing that he only looked like he was sleeping. In a sense, he was sleeping. It was the eternal sleep known as death. "And in that sleep of death what dreams may come." To quote Shakespeare.

Everyone who knew him was there, including (from dad's Family) Nana, Papa, Auntie Jazz, and Aunt Kat (who was only about six years older than me). From mom's family there was Grammy and Grampa Manson, and then there were there friends: Senator Foley (he had been best friends with mom and dad since high school), his wife, Valerie (who had also known mom and dad since high school); their son Alex, who was like a brother to me and Jess; etc. Everyone tells me how much I look like my dad when I was his age, with the exception of my white hair and green eyes (well, Senator Foley and Auntie Jazz tell me I look just like him when he was my age, especially with my white hair and green eyes).

It finally comes time to bury him. Senator Foley, Mrs. Foley, and four of dad's closest friends are the pallbearers. We follow the hearse to the cemetery. Mom, Jess, and I lead the funeral procession the rest of the way after we park the car.

The grave is a small, simple grave that reads:

"Daniel James Fenton, Sr.

1990-2028

Loving father,

faithful husband,

caring friend.

'And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make'

-John Lennon"

"Your father was a good man, Danny, a trait which rubbed off on you."

"Thank you, Senator."



"Call me Tucker. Sam, remember, if there's anything you need, Val and I will always be there."

"Thanks, Tuck." She says, tears rolling down her face.

"Auntie Jazz?" I ask.

"Oh, hi, Danny." She croaked. "This must be tough for you. I love you guys dearly." She said, kissing me on the forehead

I had a tough time getting to sleep that night. It seemed like every time I closed my eyes, I relived the last few moments of his life.

All of a sudden I heard my door open.

"Danny?" It was Jess.

"Can't sleep either, huh?"

"No."

"Well, then, come sit with me." I say, sitting up and moving over.

"Actually, I was thinking we could go down to the kitchen, I'm a little hungry."

We went downstairs to the kitchen, but we weren't alone.

"Mom?" Jess asked as we joined our mother at the kitchen table with the light on.

"Oh, hey kids. I was just looking at some old pictures of your father." She said, showing us some pictures. "Here's one of your dad, Tucker, and I. Oh, here's one that I took right before the accident." She said as she showed us a picture of a young man holding up a white hazmat suit with black gloves. "He was always proud of you kids."

"What do you mean 'was'?" asked a familiar voice behind us. We turned around, but no one was there.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Danny, it's me." He said as he appeared in the black hazmat suit, white gloves, white hair and green eyes.

"But, you're dead."

"But not gone. Well, Danny Fenton is, but not Danny Phantom. You just won't see me much, is all. I will always be there in times of trouble. I love you." And with that, he vanished. He kept his promise until Jess and I had passed away.

(A/N: The sequel, "Ghost of a Memory", is now up.)