Her Saving Grace Chapter 5: Saying Goodbye Part 2, a wrestling fanfic

Title: Her Saving Grace

Author: Tay/JethroGibbsMistress

Category: wrestling

Characters: Lita, John, Stacy, Trish, and many others. Brief appearances by Mickie James

Disclaimer: All characters you recognized belong to the WWE and themselves. The ones you don't belong to my crazy mind. Angels Among Us belongs to Alabama, The Old Rugged Cross belongs to George Bennard, I'll Fly Awaybelongs to Albert E. Brumley, and Amazing Grace belongs to John Newton

Distribution: my myspace blog, otherwise just ask first

Rating: M

Spoilers: Not a single solitary one

Summary: Her best friend is gone. She's lost. How will she ever make it through. Deals with suicide, death, severe depression and probably drugs later on.

Notes: in the story itself ...

Bold Print: spoken words at the funeral for all to hear

Italic Print: Songs and poems sung or recited

Her Saving Grace

Chapter Four

Saying Goodbye Part 2

The funeral procession was fairly large with about 120 cars including the hearse. It took everyone over and hour to arrive at the cemetery. After everyone got there they all gathered around the hole dug in the ground for their friend. The pastor began his rites of passage speech. Lita wasn't listening to him. She was looking at that casket. She knew that soon now that casket would be lowered to the ground and it would all become real. Her friend would really be gone. She felt Lana's hand tightening around her hand and came back to reality. She saw Randy walking up to the gravesite. He started to sing.

I was walking home from school on a cold winter day.
Took a shortcut through the woods, and I lost my way.
It was getting late, and I was scared and alone.
But then a kind old man took my hand and led me home.
Mama couldn't see him, but he was standing there.
And I knew in my heart, he was the answer to my prayers.

Oh I believe there are angels among us.
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hours.
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give.
To guide us with a light of love.

When life held troubled times, and had me down on my knees.
There's always been someone there to come along and comfort me.
A kind word from a stranger, to lend a helping hand.
A phone call from a friend, just to say I understand.

And aint it kind of funny that at the dark end of the road.
Someone lights the way with just a single ray of hope.

They wear so many faces, show up in the strangest places.
To guide us with their mercy, in our time of need.

"In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. (John 14:2)

God has prepared a place in heaven just for Mickie. There she will be forever peaceful. There she will not suffer. There she will forever be with her maker. And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them. (Revelation 14:13)

Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. (Psalms 116:15) For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. (Romans 8:18)

But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God and the dead in Christ shall rise first Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words. (1 Thessalonians 4:13-18)

Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. (Psalm 62:5) to proclaim the year of the LORD'S favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion--to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor. (Isaiah 61:2)

By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return." (Genesis 3:19) It has lived its life. What is left returns to the Earth in honor of all she has given. This in turn replenishes the soil with nutrients. Death gives new life." The pastor recited. As the casket was being lowered into the ground Randy sang The Old Rugged Cross.

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I'll share.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

"We commit this body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust." The pastor preached then he picked up a handful of dirt and threw it onto the casket. "To conclude this burial rite Randy will now sing "I'll Fly Away." If you wish to honor your departed friend by throwing a handful of dirt onto her casket you may do so. The family would also like to invite everyone to the James' home for a memorial gathering and lunch." With that being said Randy started singing a beautiful rendition of I'll Fly Away.

Some glad morning when this life is o'er,
I'll fly away;
To a home on God's celestial shore,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
When the shadows of this life have gone,
I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
Just a few more weary days and then,
I'll fly away;
To a land where joy shall never end,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).

Alana slowly bent down over the mound of dirt and picked up a handful of dirt and walked over to the hole in the ground and looked down at the white casket. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. And as she threw the dirt onto the casket she said, "Mic I will never ever forget you."

She stepped aside and waited for Maureen to take her turn. When Maureen was done she turned and walked to her sister and they walked away with their arms around each other. One by one each of the mourners took their turns honoring their friend and saying one last goodbye.

The crowd slowly dwindled and Lita was standing at the gravesite alone. She bent down and picked up a handful of dirt and turned to the hole. She kneeled down and tears furiously escaped her eyes. "Oh Mic I'm going to miss you so much. Tell my mom that I love her and miss her. Mic I will never forget you. And generation after generation of our families will know the story of the most amazing, courageous person that I have ever known. I will never let anyone forget you Mic. I love you my sister, my friend. And you will never be more than a memory away." Lita tossed the dirt onto the casket and the urge to sing over powered her. The words flowed out of her mouth grievously.

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.

Lita slowly stood up taking one last look at the casket in the ground she walked away. She saw John standing at the edge the cemetery. She ran to him. They both started crying as they embraced. "Li," John somberly said, "She's in a better place now. A place where pain is nothing but a distant memory. And she's with Kyle and Momma James' and she's probably having a blast. And hell Li, God's probably getting the greatest show of his life up there. Mic, Eddie and Chris are probably up there right now as we speak in a triple threat match. Eddie stealing their wings, and Chris just brightening up the place with his smile and Mic's probably stomping her foot with her hands on her hips with that annoyed look that only she could pull off and bitchin cuz neither of em are takin the match seriously. And Momma James' the referee and Kyle's probably standing there jumping up and down cheering them all on."

Lita looked up at John's bright glazy blue eyes with a smile on her face and replied, "Thank you John. You always know just what to say to make things all seem better." "Hey babe what can I say. I just got it like that." The melodious sounds of laughter in the breeze greeted the gravedigger's ears. Lita and John took one last look at the gravedigger pushing the dirt into the grave and with smiles on their faces they walked to the car and drove off.