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Chapter 3 - One Last Goodbye

'Well this morning was close' giggled Ginny.

'Yeah I'm not sure how we would have explained why we were walking back into the Burrow at half six in the morning if your mom caught us.' Laughed Harry.

The two of them had just apparated to a small village outside of Oxford where Andromeda and Teddy lived. Earlier that morning they had woken up and just got back into bed before Mrs Weasley did her morning check up on the occupants of the Burrow.

As they began to walk Ginny rested her arm around his waist and Harry draped an arm over her shoulder. 'Thanks for last night Harry.' She said gently.

'I should be the one thanking you, it was good to get everything off my chest, it was the best night's sleep I've had in a while.'

'I slept pretty well too you make a great pillow.' Ginny said lightly. 'I suppose it's my turn to share now isn't it.' She added morbidly.

Sensing her unease Harry gave her shoulder a quick squeeze 'Only when you're ready Gin. I don't want to force you.'

'Thanks, I'll be ready soon. I just need to get through the funerals first.'

'Take your time, you've been through a lot. I'll be here when you want to talk.' He reassured her. Ginny looked up at him gratefully then a thought hit her.

'Is Hermione trying to get you to talk to me like she's trying to get me to talk to you?'

'Yeah she is.' He sighed 'I keep telling her we're only friends and we're happy that way but I don't think she's buying it.' He sounded annoyed, in truth, he was glad Hermione was trying to help them patch things up, it wasn't her fault they were lying to her.

'I think she's going to work it out on her own, she asked me where I was last night. I told her I took a walk on my own and didn't get back until around two in the morning. She just looked at me smug as a kitten and asked if I'd spoken to you.' She exasperated.

Harry shrugged 'If she does she does, I don't think she will tell anyone. I've got a feeling she knew I fancied you before even I did and she kept that to herself.' Ginny laughed. 'Besides she's got your brother to keep her preoccupied, I guess they'll be going to Australia soon to retrieve her parents.'

'I forgot about her parents, that must be awful, to know they'll not know you they see you. Are you going to go to Australia with them?' She asked nonchalantly, but she really didn't want him to go.

'I don't think so' responded Harry shaking his head. 'I'll speak to Hermione about it, I'd rather stay here. If she really wants me to go though, I'll go, you'll just have to come with us.'

Ginny snorted 'Yeah coz that's likely to happen isn't it. We both know mom won't let me go.'

'We'd come up with a way of mollifying your mom…'

'Ahh, that was awful' she interrupted playfully slapping his shoulder.

'Sorry, couldn't resist,' He said grinning to himself 'anyway the only way I'm going is if you're going, so we'll come up with something. There's no point worrying about it now though, I might not even be going yet.'

They had arrived at a fairly large house that was situated just outside of the village. They had walked down a short country lane and were greeted by a small picket gate. They opened the gate and walked up the stone path. There was a small pond on one side of the path, the other was covered in a large lawn which snaked its way around the back of the house.

The house itself was a warm brick red and had large bay windows on the bottom floor. The front door was covered by an aged Oak Porch. They separated apart as they approached before knocking on the door.

A couple of moments later a woman with light brown hair, which was now intermingled with a few grey strands, bright eyes and a kind smile opened the door.

'Morning Mrs Tonks' Harry said in greeting.

'Morning Harry' said the witch smiling at him 'Why don't you two come inside.'

'This is Ginny Weasley.'

'Hello Mrs Tonks, I hope you don't mind me tagging along.' Said Ginny wearily. Harry had warned her about Mrs Tonks' similarity with her sister but it still put her on edge.

'Of course not, I know your mother quite well although I've not spoken to her in a while, I should make an effort to see her.'

'That would be nice Mrs Tonks, she could use a friendly face who doesn't have red hair at the minute.'

Mrs Tonks chuckled 'Yes I can see why that might be the case must be blinding sometimes. Oh and please call me Andy, I'm not really one for standing on ceremony.' As she talked Harry began warming to her, she reminded him of Sirius.

'How have you been Andy?' Harry asked concerned.

'I have good days and bad days' she replied solemnly 'If it wasn't for Teddy I think I would have gone mad.'

'He's lucky to have you too you know. I just want you to know that we're for you as well as for him, if there's anything you need just ask.'

'Thankyou Harry that's very kind, now I suppose you would like to meet him.'

Andy led them out of the hallway they were standing in via the stairs. Once on the landing they entered the second room on their left. It was quite large, painted light blue with a cream ceiling. There were silver stars spread along the walls at various intervals and a cot in the corner with a mobile hanging above it which had the shapes of various animals including a Stag, Dog and a Wolf.

It was the small boy with turquoise hair that grabbed Harry's attention though. Andy had lifted him out of the cot and he looked at Harry with small dark eyes which reminded him of Tonks but his scrawny face had Remus written all over it.

Harry sniffed a little and moved over to Andy and offered his small finger to the baby. 'Hi Teddy I'm Harry and I'm your godfather.' Teddy just looked at him blankly before seizing the outstretched pinkie, giggling.

'He's so cute' cooed Ginny as she gently stroked his head. 'Hi Teddy I'm Ginny.'

Teddy looked at her, mesmerised, instantly changing his hair flaming red to match Ginny's which made her cry out in shock. Andy broke out laughing again 'Yeah it's quite amazing he can control that so early on. It took Dora two years to truly master changing her hair colour. Would you like to hold him Harry?'

Harry looked at her with a panicked expression 'I don't think that's a good idea I've never held a baby before.'

'That's Ok you'll be fine' Andy started placing Teddy into his arms as Ginny moved them to make a cradle.

'Wh-what if I drop him' Harry stammered.

'You won't just be mindful of his head he can't support that on his own yet.' Before he knew Harry was holding Teddy and was too scared to move.

Ginny laughed at his predicament 'Harry how many times have you fought Voldemort? And to think in order to beat you all he had to do was hand you a baby and you wouldn't have been able to do anything.'

'Come on bring him downstairs Harry we can talk in the sitting room.' Carefully Harry walked back through the house and down the stairs. He then entered a warm sitting room and sat down on the couch next to Ginny, he recognised it from the one where Ted Tonks (Teddy's grandfather) had healed him after the flight from Privet Drive.

'Would you both like some tea?'

'Yes please' Ginny answered for both of them. Harry was too busy playing with Teddy.

Teddy had managed to get hold of his little finger again and was smiling up at him. Ginny scooted over to rest her head on Harry's shoulder just as Teddy turned his eyes green to match Harry's. 'Oh my' whispered Ginny. She reached over and stroked the still flaming red hair of the baby. He could be ours! She exclaimed to herself.

Harry without moving his gaze from Teddy's rested his head on the top of hers. They didn't even notice Andy walk back in.

'You two make a wonderful couple.' She said bringing them out of their little bubble.

Harry was about to lie and say that they weren't together but he had been in trouble with teachers enough times to know when lying was futile 'Thanks Andy, how did you know though we haven't told anyone yet.'

'Oh it's obvious, you look so comfortable with each other. Watching you with Teddy is like seeing a young family.' She said emotionally. 'Don't worry I won't tell anyone though, that's your secret to tell.'

'Thankyou Andy' replied Ginny quietly. She couldn't quite understand why, but she was glad the older witch approved of her and Harry's relationship.

'I think he really likes you two. That's the first time he's ever changed his eyes, I'm glad he's got you two as well as me.'

'I know we can't replace them, that doesn't mean we won't treat him as our own though.' Harry said chokily. Ginny smiled at him and stroked his arm This must be really hard for Harry to see another orphan. At least he'll have us and Andy to treat him right though, not like the Dursley's treated Harry.

'Do you mind if I hold him Harry?'

'No not at all.' He lifted Teddy into Ginny's arms and took a swig of his tea before looking back up at Andy. She was watching the scene adoringly, obviously pleased that he and Ginny wanted an active role in Teddy's life.

The three of them talked until late in the afternoon, by the time they left, Harry was rather smitten with his godson – despite the nasty surprise he had been left to deal with in Teddy's nappy.

Harry awoke the next morning sweating after the return of his nightmares. This time the dream didn't show him his walk into the forest. He was shown the faces of those he had lost in the battle, what truly tortured him though was the dead bodies who joined them.

With Remus and Tonks lay Andromeda and Teddy, with Fred lay all of the Weasleys. Ginny lay bent and broken with wide unseeing eyes, seeing her like that caused Harry pain like nothing he had ever experienced. He was lucky he hadn't eaten much the night before otherwise he was certain he would have vomited.

Harry was sitting alone drinking a cup of coffee at the kitchen table when Mr and Mrs Weasley both walked down together.

'Oh, morning Harry we didn't think anyone else was up.' Greeted Mr Weasley.

'Morning. Yeah I couldn't sleep.'

Mrs Weasley smiled knowingly at him 'It will get easier' she assured him as she placed her hand on his arm, Harry smiled gratefully up at her. 'Now how about a spot of breakfast?'

'Thanks Mrs Weasley.'

At eleven O'clock, Harry, Hermione and the Weasley's all apparated to Godric's Hollow. As soon as they got their Ginny clasped Harry's hand tightly, he was grateful for the comfort that she offered him, and at that moment didn't really care if the other's guessed they were together. Not that anyone else was looking anyway.

They entered the church and sat down next Andy and Teddy. On seeing Harry and Ginny Teddy instantly changed the colour of his hair to match Ginny's and his eyes to match Harry's much to the embarrassment of the couple. 'Oh he's adorable' gushed Mrs Weasley.

The other guests were a mix of order members and Aurors who had worked with Tonks. When the church was around half full the minister stood in front of them all, he was an old, balding man with short grey hair around the side of his head. He wore a kind smile on his face as he began addressing them.

When the time came a couple of the Aurors stood up to talk about Tonks and what she was like to work with. Their stories sounded more like the Tonks Harry knew than the portrait the minister had painted of both her and Remus.

Once the Aurors were done Andy stood up to say her piece. Harry took Teddy from her as she rose.

When she reached the dais she began 'Dora was indeed incredibly brave. However, that is not why I am so proud of her, it's who she was outside of that which made her so special. She was kind yet mischievous and thoughtful whilst being clumsy.

'I think the best thing I can say about her is how much people enjoyed being around her, it's sad that the happiness that she brought is no longer with us.' Tears were sparkling in her eyes as she spoke. 'I miss her more than I can say, on the night she died the last thing she said to me was "watch Teddy and make sure the kettle is boiled in the morning."

'That was right before she tripped over her handbag.' The room chuckled at that. 'That's how I'll remember my daughter, not the brave witch she most definitely was, the fun bumbling one who had an uncanny knack of making me laugh.' Unable to continue she sat back down next to Harry and pulled Teddy back into a tight embrace. Harry patted her gently on the shoulder before he rose when the minister asked if there was anyone who would like to talk about Remus.

'Unfortunately, I didn't know Remus as well or for as long as I would have liked. He was someone who was persecuted because of a condition, yet still did his best to help those around him, which speaks volumes for the man. He never lashed out or turned his back on the wizarding world when it judged him, instead he fought for it.

'The Remus I'll remember is the phenomenal teacher who went above and beyond to help a frightened teenager face his fears. The man who everyone seemed to underestimate but could go toe to toe with Peeves. The lone wolf who was happiest when he found his family.' Teddy chose that moment to let out a wail. He settled quickly though, and Harry continued with the tears in his eyes.

'He was a great man, and I'm glad that he finally found the happiness that he deserved.' He left the dais and went back to his seat when he sat down Ginny hugged him tightly, until it was time for him and the other pallbearers to carry the coffins out into the cemetery.

The wake was a small affair which was being hosted in the Leaky Cauldron. There were around thirty to forty people dotted about in the medium sized function room at the back of the pub. There was a buffet being served and Harry had just been to change Teddy when a man approached him.

The man was shabby looking, the way that Remus always had been, with curly blonde hair. There was an ugly scar underneath his chin as if he had been clawed by something. He offered his hand in greeting.

'Mr Potter, I would just like to say thanks for the things you said about Remus. He was a good friend to me when no one else would have been.'

Harry took the outstretched hand 'Please it's Harry. Yeah, he had a way of being there for people when they needed it most. In fact, the only person he seemed to feel wasn't worth anything was himself.'

The stranger looked grim at those words 'Yeah that's what happens when you can't hold down a job because people think you are dangerous and unreliable over something you can't control.' He said harshly.

'Yeah anyone who knew Remus would know he would never hurt anyone. It's a shame, if he could have continued at Hogwarts he would have gone down as one of the greatest teachers we ever had.' Said Harry bitterly.

'He really did love that job.' The man sighed.

'I know I tried to convince him to stay but he wasn't having any of it.'

'I think after years of people telling him he was dangerous he started to believe it himself' the man pondered more to himself than Harry. 'Anyway, Harry it was good to talk to you, I really must be off. Thanks again.' With that he spun on his heels and left the room.

'Who was that Harry?' asked Ron when Harry re-joined their table with a bewildered expression on his face.

'I don't know, he was an old friend of Remus', it's weird he reminded me of Remus.'

'He doesn't look anything like him.'

It was all Harry could do not to laugh. 'I don't mean in looks, I just get this lonely vibe off him. Like he's hiding part of himself and doesn't want to get to close to anyone.'

'Oh right, do you think he's up to something? You've got that face on when you're trying to work something out.'

'No, I don't think so.' Harry said without much conviction. Something about the man had definitely tickled his curiosity.

'Good, we've just been through a war, I don't quite fancy any more near-death experiences for the time being.' Satisfied he wasn't about to be dragged into another mystery Ron bit into his sausage roll.

After that, the wake passed surprisingly quickly as people sat about telling tales of the couple, mainly Tonks, glumly Harry remembered that most of Remus' friends were already dead. They carried on until around twelve O'clock on the night before helping Andy clean up and separate out what was left of the buffet (which wasn't much. There had been eight Weasleys there).

Harry walked down to the kitchen the next morning and was surprised to see that he wasn't the first one up. 'Morning Mrs Weasley.'

She jumped as he spoke and spilled her tea on the counter. Her eyes were red raw from crying 'Oh, Morning Harry dear, did you sleep well?' she sniffed.

'No, I couldn't stop thinking about Yesterday and today.' He said glumly 'It's eating at me that I'm still here and they're not.'

'You shouldn't blame yourself' she admonished as she got up and started making breakfast. Harry merely nodded and sat down to a cup of coffee when he realised that Mrs Weasley was trying to grill an egg whilst boiling some bacon. She realised at the same time and threw her arms up in the air in frustration 'I just can't concentrate, I'm falling apart! How am I going to get through this if I can't even cook breakfast!' She slapped her hand against the counter.

Harry leapt to his feet to wrap his arms around her 'It's OK Mrs Weasley. No one is expecting you to be alright, to be honest we're all struggling. I know it doesn't seem like it now but we'll get through it.'

She hugged him tightly for another few minutes before he led her back to the kitchen table. 'Here, why don't you let me make breakfast?'

'Oh no Harry you don't have to do that.'

'I know, I want to. I promise I won't poison any of you' she chuckled reluctantly as he started. At that moment Bill and Fleur stepped out the floo.

'Morning mom, Morning Harry' he greeted. He then saw that Harry was making breakfast and realised something wasn't right. 'You OK mom?'

'Oh yes, I was just making breakfast before I had a mini breakdown and started grilling the eggs. Harry saved us from a most awful breakfast.'

'Nothing you cooked would ever be awful mom.' He soothed before casting a grateful glance at Harry who was tending to the sausages.

'iz zere anything I can 'elp with 'Arry?' Fleur asked him

'Yeah please, could you start the beans and toast off?'

'Sure.' They worked in silence as a steady stampede of Weasleys came down the stairs to the smell of the cooking. Charlie was first, he had been staying at the Burrow after he had decided he would take a few months leave from Romania, Mr Weasley was just after him who went and sat down next to his wife, then came Ron who only looked slightly worried when it wasn't his mom cooking. Finally a pale looking George silently joined them.

Ginny and Hermione were notoriously absent and it wasn't until the rest of them were halfway through, that the curly haired witch appeared. Everyone looked up as she entered the kitchen and she answered their unspoken question.

'Ginny won't come out of her room. She won't even lift her head off her pillow.' Harry stomach dropped at hearing the despair his girlfriend was in. Shit, I need to get up there.

Surprisingly it was George who answered. 'I'll go and get her' he said quietly 'I can't have my little sister upstage me of being the most miserable git here.' With that he walked up the stairs.

It was the first time he had heard George joke since he spoke to him in the castle and it was music to Harry's ears. Today will be good for George, it'll give him a chance to move on.

Harry's elation was short lived. 'I walked in and she just pointed her wand at me and told me to get out.' Said George dejectedly when he returned. The other Weasley brothers each decided to take a turn to no avail before Mr Weasley tried.

He came back down with a worried expression on his face. 'Well at least she didn't point her wand at me. She just wouldn't talk after she told me she wasn't going to the funeral.'

'Well she has to be there! She can't just ignore it.' Cut in Mrs Weasley, who was close to crying again.

Harry began loading up a plate, 'Let me try' was all he said as he went to leave the room.

'If you want Harry, I think there are some of those shield cloaks in my room, you know just in case you get jinxed!' George shouted from where he was sitting.

Harry laughed him off and walked up the stairs. When he entered the room, the site made his heart break. Ginny was lying face down with her wand pointed at him. 'Get out, before I jinx you and tell the others that I'll just hex the next person and be done with it.' She hadn't even looked up at him yet.

'Well you're going to have to jinx me then, I'm not leaving, oh and if you do, try not to make me drop your breakfast. I put some effort into this.'

Her head lifted up and she started to sniff the air. 'You made breakfast? No wonder the bacon smells burnt. Is mom OK?'

'Yes I did make breakfast and the bacon's not burnt, too bad, in the middle. Your mom's struggling, trust me this is better than a grilled egg and boiled bacon.'

Ginny frowned at him 'She must be bad.'

'She is, I think she's struggling to come to terms with saying goodbye.'

Ginny sat up and sensing he wasn't in too much danger of being hexed he walked over and plonked down next to her 'Here eat this' he said as he put the plate in her lap.

She looked at it as if she was having an internal battle 'It's not lethal you know. Ron managed two helpings.'

She giggled despite herself 'Only two? It can't be as good as mom's then.'

'The beans aren't bad Fleur made those, unfortunately everything else was chucked together by me, and I'll admit it pales in comparison to the cooking you are normally used to.' He put his hands in the air in mock surrender.

Ginny laughed again and began tucking in 'Mmm I'll be fair, this isn't bad Potter. You'll have to cook me breakfast more often.'

'Really? Well I best get my own place then so you can visit and witness my mediocre cooking skills.'

'Oh and is that all you would want me over for?' she asked seductively.

'I'm sure we could think of other ways to enjoy ourselves.'

'Mmm' She leaned in and kissed him then returned to her breakfast. Once she was finished she set the plate down on the floor.

'I'm not sure I can be at the funeral.' She dropped her head onto his shoulder as she spoke. Harry wrapped his arm around her as she continued 'I don't think I'm ready to say goodbye.'

'You aren't just saying goodbye Ginny, today is more about remembering who he was and laughing at the good times you spent together. He'll always be with you Ginny all you need to do is remember him.

That's why it's important to give him a proper send off. Come on let's go downstairs, you've missed the jokes that George made.'

Ginny looked surprised at this 'I've not heard George joke about anything since the battle.'

'I think he's realising that his brother wouldn't want him to be sulking and would want him to live his life. Fred would want that for you too Ginny, he would want you to laugh when you think of him, not hide in your room and push everyone away.'

'I know.'

'Come on let's go, I think your mom really wants to see you.' He pulled her to her feet and she hugged him.

'Stay close today Harry.' She whispered.

'I will.'

They walked down the stairs and when they entered the kitchen Mrs Weasley pulled Ginny into one of her famous bone crushing hugs. 'I'm sorry Mom.' Ginny mumbled.

Mrs Weasley pulled away and patted her on the cheek 'It's OK dear, we're just glad you're here.' Ginny just nodded, then the rest of the Weasleys gathered around for one big group hug with the two women in the middle.

The funeral came too quickly after that. A lot of people had turned up to say goodbye to Fred, many of whom he knew from Hogwarts like Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet and Oliver Wood. There were also many faces that Harry didn't recognise, the turnout was a testament to Fred's popularity.

The funeral was being held at the church in Ottery St Catchpole, with the wake being back at the Burrow. There was a platform near where Fred was to be buried and there were rows of white seats with an aisle in between them. The minister for the ceremony was standing on top of the platform waiting for the pallbearers to carry through the coffin.

Harry sat in the front row a couple of seats away from Mr and Mrs Weasley as his thoughts turned to all those who weren't here. Although he knew it was dangerous to brood over the dead rather than mourn them, he couldn't help it. Whenever he saw the looks on any of the Weasley's faces he couldn't help the pang of guilt.

Harry just wanted to go and scream. Whenever he saw a dejected looking George or a teary eyed Mrs Weasley, he couldn't help wonder if they would be better off if they never knew him. The Weasleys had always been a family to him but he was the reason they were suffering.

Not for the first time Harry's mind drifted to the what ifs. If I'd kept my eyes open, I might have been able to save him. We were in the middle of a war zone I shouldn't have been appreciating a joke. With my experiences I should have kept my eyes open even if they didn't.

Harry was brought out of his reverie when the pallbearers (the remaining six Weasley siblings) started carrying the coffin down the aisle. Ginny was at the back wearing an orange dress to match the colour of the suits that her brothers wore. After a bit of a heated row between Mrs Weasley and George it was determined that everyone should wear colour.

To quote George "Fred wouldn't have wanted a formal funeral with everyone in black he would have wanted it to be radical and bring a smile to people." Realising that George knew him best Mrs Weasley eventually waivered, but she did insist on the family at least wearing black arm bands.

As it turned out everyone had worn a black armband to go with the miraculous display of colours. Only the Weasley's wore orange, the rest was a sea of red and gold. Harry himself had transfigured his old Gryffindor Quidditch robes so that it sported Fred's number 5 on the back.

When the pallbearers laid the coffin down they each bowed theatrically then took their places in the front row. Ron's face was screwed up and blotched as he tried to keep the emotion in. He sat down and instantly wrapped Hermione into fierce embrace letting the tears fall.

Ginny walked slowly over to Harry, sat down next to him gripping his arm tightly whilst leaning her head on his shoulder. He rested his free arm on her forearm and gently kissed on the top of the head before the minister began.

The man holding the ceremony was the same one who held Dumbledore's funeral and he talked about Fred's life as it had been described by the Weasley's.

When the time came, George steadily made his way to podium. He took a shaky breath and began.

'Good Afternoon everyone, thank you all for coming and for dressing in such an array of colour. It really is quite blinding from up here. Although that could just be the light bouncing off your head Kingsley.' Everyone laughed at that, Kingsley's booming laugh was loudest of all, only one of the twins would take the mick out of the Minister for Magic.

'One of my fondest memories I have of Fred was when we were in our first year at Hogwarts. We had our first few potions lessons and were slightly irked that our Professor didn't seem to treat everyone equally. It seemed he heavily favoured the Slytherins over anyone else and we were sick of him taking points off all the Gryffindors, so we decided we'd have a bit of fun.'

'We "accidentally" distracted one of the Slytherins, Warrington I believe it was, as he was adding lacewing flies into his potion Fred hit him with a small yet rather effective jolting jinx. Which had two consequences:

'1. The lacewing flies he was holding went everywhere other than in the cauldron and

'2. Warrington forgot all about his potion and turned around.

'I walked past and added a little something into the cauldron whilst on my way back from the ingredients cupboard and a minute later it exploded, whilst Snape was looking into it. The result was spectacular, not only did he get a rather large wart on his nose he also lost all his hair.' The funeral erupted in laughter.

'Which we thought was an improvement, unfortunately Snape didn't seem to agree. He sent us all out half an hour early to get himself cleaned up. It took him days to work out how to get his hair to grow back. That was one of our biggest wins not only did we get Snape we also didn't lose any points, it was rather remarkable.' George said dreamily, everyone chuckled as he dramatically shook himself from the reverie.

'Losing Fred is harder than I can ever explain. I don't know if I'll ever learn to be on my own. Everything I say seems to be incomplete because Fred isn't there to say something funnier. Every idea I have sounds half-baked and not thought through.

'I'm not going to sit around moping anymore though. Fred would want us all to be happy and when you think of Fred, don't be sad, because that's exactly what Fred wasn't. He was always laughing and joking which was why we opened the joke shop. To give everyone a few laughs in a time when we would need them.' George looked at Harry when he spoke those words and Harry smiled back remembering when he gave them the money on the train.

'That's why I am going to reopen the shop' there was a slight gasp from Mrs Weasley. 'Unfortunately, we are all out of U-No-Poo and I don't believe we'll be restocking.' Harry and Ginny snorted. George walked down to the coffin placed his hand on it and spoke once more.

'A good friend told me that those who love us don't really leave us and we can always find them if we look hard enough. This isn't goodbye brother, you will be missed, more importantly you will be remembered.' There wasn't a dry eye in the house after that.