There were more people at Callie's funeral than Izzie could believe. Pretty much everybody from Seattle Grace who could be there was. Callie's parents, her friends from her hometown…George. Meredith, Addison, and surprisingly, even Cristina, all formed a protective barrier around Izzie as they came in. The women leaned on each other for support, and at the same time, tried to give everything they could to Izzie.

There were a few hymns, and the man presiding said some nice words, but none of it really clicked with Izzie. It wasn't until Addison gave her hand a sharp squeeze before standing and walking to the microphone that Izzie really took notice of the proceedings.

Addison stood in front of the microphone stand, staring blankly at the index cards in her hand before shoving them in her pocket. "They…Callie's family…" she started, "They asked me to speak the day after she died. I guess they were thinking that I, as her best friend, might have something…to say." Addison began to cry softly, and she used her handkerchief to wipe her eyes. "These index cards," she pulled them out of her pocket again, "don't do her justice." Addison tossed the cards to the floor, watching them flutter off to different locations across the platform.

"These weren't Callie," she continued, gesturing to the fallen cards. "This," she added while pointing around the room, "wasn't Callie. Maybe…none of us took the time to know Callie as well as we should have. But she knew me. She knew all of us. That's part of what made her special."

Izzie looked around the room. She spotted George in the very front pew, right beside who she supposed to be Callie's parents. Focusing her eyes on the back of his head, she willed him to turn around, look at her, acknowledge her…anything. But he didn't.

"I was her best friend," Addison stated. "Her best friend. And I feel like…I could have done better. Callie was happy, Callie was content. I know beyond a doubt that she loved George with all of her heart…maybe more than life itself. I know that she was always there for me, whenever I needed her. I know that she put everyone and everything else before herself. Callie was self confident, Callie was special…I wish that I could be more like her, but I know that it's a hard thing to fill. But maybe…" Addison stared at the floor while saying, "Maybe we could all stand to be even a little bit more like Callie."

Addison stepped down off the platform and back to the pew, her heels clacking all the way. Sitting down, she followed Izzie's gaze to the back of George's head and gave her hand another squeeze.

Chief Webber, Derek, and two other men that Izzie didn't know, carefully lifted the coffin up and began to walk it down the aisle. After they were all the way out the door, the people in the front row started getting up to follow. George walked slowly down the aisle, surrounded by Callie's family, not meeting anyone's eye.

As George approached Izzie, he looked up sharply, as if he had known all along that she was there. "You…" he whispered.

Izzie stood up, wanting to take his hand…wanting to comfort him in any way she could.

"You…" George repeated. "You don't…deserve to be here."

"What?" Izzie responded shakily.

"You don't deserve to be here," he spat.

Callie father tugged on George's elbow, trying to get him to move on, as Izzie's friends rose up around her. "George," Meredith admonished softly, laying a hand on Izzie's arm.

Izzie didn't know how to respond. Her hands were shaking so badly, her used Kleenex fluttered to the floor. "I…I don't understand," she whispered.

"You…don't deserve to remember her, you should have saved her!" George's voice steadily rose in pitch as Callie's father bodily dragged him down the aisle. "She was there, and you were there, and you should have saved her!"

Izzie couldn't see through her tears as George disappeared out the door of the church.

"Izzie?" Meredith asked. "Are you all right?"

She shook her head, unable to formulate words.

"It's not your fault, Izzie," Addison said. "He's just hurting, he needs someone to take it out on, a reason…a reason for it." She leaned in to try and give Izzie a hug. Izzie broke into sobs and pushed her away.

"No, you don't understand!" she cried, breaking through her friends and running out the door of the church. Izzie ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, until she couldn't run anymore. It was at that point that she froze, finally letting her legs give out and carry her to the ground. She found that couldn't even cry anymore. It was all so senseless, so numbing.

There is so much that I have to say to you, George, so much that I have to tell you…so much that you don't know yet. Izzie's thoughts trailed off as she leaned back against the nearest tree. There were so many things that she wanted to say to George, but she had no idea where to even begin.