As Katie finished her eulogy, she headed back to her seat.
"We are so proud of you sweetheart," said Duffy, giving his daughter a hug, while Kelly, who was dabbing her eyes, as did just about everyone in the church managed to whisper, "Thank you Katie love."
Beaver the meanwhile, had just placed a tissue back in his pocket, following drying his eyes when something hit him.
How brave his niece was to get and share what was on her mind.
Beaver knew he had to go up there.
And it was thanks to Katie, for giving him inspriation to do so.
The meanwhile, the pastor, who had just wiped his eyes, made his way to the podium and said, "Well, if there is no one else who has anything to say.
We now conclude the service, with the burial."
"Actually, I have something to say," said Beaver, who stood up and raised his arm.
The pastor step aside as Beaver made his way to the microphone.
"Hi everyone.
I'm Theodore "Beaver" Cleaver, Wally's brother.
Being the youngest in the family, Wally, who was four at the time I was born was not at all happy.
In fact, he tried to trade me for the neighbor's cat Puff Puff."
This made a few of the mourners laugh a bit.
Beaver went on.
"As I got older, even by the time I was crawling, all I wanted to do was hang out with him and his friends.
Being that Wally was four years older than me, so I could understand.
If it was the other way around, I would've done the same thing as well.
Of course, being the typical younger brother, I was jealous of Wally many times.
He did great in school, a top honor student, star athlete, very popular with his peers, teachers, earned all his badges in scouts, a wall full of honors and throphies.
The throphy I got was in the third grade for most improved speller.
By the time I was fourteen and about to enter high school, Wally headed off to college.
At that time, I wished he didn't have to leave for an out-of-town school, but looking back, Wally wanted to see what was outside of Mayfield.
It soon lead to more time traveling out of state, even out of the country, we all missed him.
Our parents, his friends and myself.
Still, when he came home, there was always this gap between Wally and I.
Him telling about the places he went, people he met.
After graduating, I ventured outside our hometown as well.
However, my own experiences were nothing special or amazing compared to Wally's.
Though it wouldn't be until we got older that our relationship changed.
After my divorce from my first wife, Kimberly, Mom took my sons, Kip and Oliver in, and Wally, being a lawyer, as a big help to me, during the custody settlement.
He also gave me a hand of getting my kids settled into their new home, and when Kip and Oliver ran away, Wally was the one who found them and even got them something to eat.
I don't know what would have happened to them, if it wasn't for Wally.
It was actually after that incident I finally realized why everyone was drawn to my brother.
It wasn't because of his high grade point average, it wasn't his ability to play ever kind of sport imaginable, it was Wally's character.
Wally knew how to treat people, how to conduct himself.
Even how to handle events, whether it's a dinner party or a funeral.
I on the other hand am quite the opposite.
I'm the type of person who would say the wrong thing or freeze up.
I'll never forget the last time Wally and I spoke before his condition took a turn for the worse.
He told me how sorry he was for always pushing me aside, regrated not spending time with me, because he was too busy with his friends, clubs, sports, school and everything else.
But was glad that our relationship got better as we grew older.
Looking back now, even though we did have our rough patches, Wally was a wonderful brother.
While he did have his own friends and hobbies, he would take the time to take me fishing, help me with my homework, get me out of a sticky situation, which was quite often, and he taught me how to stand up for myself as well.
Beaver's voice started to crack.
Wally was indeed the best brother and friend anyone could've had.
And I was lucky to have known him
Mary Ellen of course, was lucky to have Wally as a wonderful husband, Kelly and Kevin were lucky to have an amazing father like him, Douglas Jr., Daniel, Kevin Jr., Jeremey, Randy, Rachael, and especially Katie were lucky to have the best grandfather anyone could ask for.
And even though Wally is no longer with us, we know he will always be there.
And just like Katie has told us, always look to the sky, and Wally will be there.
Rest In Peace Wally, I'll miss you and love you everyday.
We'll miss you and love you everyday.
Thank you everyone."
After walking away from the podium, and was about to head back to where his family was, Beaver was stopped by Mary Ellen, who had tears in her eyes, who got up to give him a hug.
"Thank you Beaver, that was beautiful," she whispered.
"You're welcome MaryEllen.
I mean every word of it," Beaver, who had tears whispered back.
Following the service, Beaver, along with all the family, friends and other mourners headed outside for the burial.
Once the coffin was lowered into the ground, and a few more words were shared, there was a gathering planned at Beaver's house.
However, Beaver stood in front of his family plot as he did before Wally's service began.
"Tell mom and dad I say hi and take care of them Wally," said Bever, before he left.
A few months later, Samantha and Christopher were at the hospital.
She was sitting up in bed, holding a small bundle in her arms, as her husband stood beside her.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Samantha asked, as she looked at her newborn son.
"He sure is.
Welcome to the family little man," said Christopher.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Samantha and Christopher answered quietly not to wake the baby.
The door opened and Beaver and Pamela entered the room.
"Hi sweetie, how are you feeling?" Pamela asked.
"A bit sore, tired but happy," Samantha answered.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" asked Beaver.
"A boy," Christopher replied.
"How wonderful," spoke Pamela.
"Can we hold him?" Beaver asked.
Samantha gave the newborn to Christopher, who then placed the baby into Beaver's arms.
"Hello little one.
I'm your grandma," said Pamela.
"And I'm your grandpa, said Beaver, who looked up at his daughter and son-in-law and asked, Did you pick a name yet?"
"Well, we wanted to know if it was OK with you.
We already spoke to already Mary Ellen, and she loved the suggestion, but we wanted to ask you first," said Christopher.
"I was thinking of naming him after uncle Wally, said Samantha, What do you think of the name Wallace "Wally" Dylan McIntire.
"It's...It's perfect," Beaver choked.
"What a wonderful tribute to your uncle," added Pamela.
Beaver looked down at his newborn grandson and asked, "So little Wally, what do you think of your name?"
The baby, who had just opened his eyes, looked up at Beaver and started cooing.
"I think he likes it," said Pamela.
After a few days in the hospital, Samantha was given the approval by the doctor to be released and was now resting at home.
Beaver and Pamela, along with rest of the family came to the house to help with the cooking, cleaning and taking care of the baby.
During the afternoon, as everyone was having lunch, a noise was heard in the dining room.
It was newborn Wally on the baby monitor crying.
Just as Samantha was about to get up, but Beaver stopped her.
"I've got it," he said, getting up, and grabbing a bottle for the baby.
Once he made his way to the nursery, Beaver found his grandson crying in his crib.
"Hey little guy, it's OK, grandpa's here," said Beaver, as he gently picked up the baby, and began to feed him the bottle.
As the newborn was being fed, Beaver talked to him, "You know little Wally, you're named after your grand-uncle who was my big brother.
Sadly, he passed before you were born.
It's quite a shame, you would've loved him.
He was smart, kind, funny, caring, and a wonderful person.
Growing up, whenever I had a problem, Wally would be the person I turn to.
Well, before going to my parents of course, because Wally had experience and knew what to do and say in any situation.
Except for the time though he gave me that terrible haircut, but that's another story."
"Uncle Beaver," someone spoke.
Beaver turned to Katie, who was standing in the doorway.
"Hey Katie,
Thought you were downstairs," Beaver said to his grandniece.
"I was, but I wanted to see if you need help with little Wally," Katie answered.
Well, I've got it pretty much have it under control, but if you want to finish feeding him, you're more than welcome," said Beaver, as he handed the baby to Katie, who was sitting in a rocking chair.
After Katie finished feeding little Wally, the baby fell asleep.
"Katie, come here and stand by the window with me," said Beaver.
"How come?" Katie said.
"So we can show Wally the baby that was named after him."
Katie carefully got up, so she wouldn't wake baby Wally, and approached the window.
"So Wally, what do you think about your new grand-nephew?" Beaver asked, looking up to the sky.
At that moment, a beam of light from the sun, shone brightly into the nursery.
Baby Wally woke up and stated to coo.
"It's Papa Wally saying he's here and to see the baby," said Katie.
"He sure is."
Indeed, while he was no longer physically with them, Beaver, Katie and the rest of the family knew Wally was always there with them, and they in return will always keep him in their hearts.
The End