Lulu shifted in her seat, trying to control the tears that threatened to flow down her face. Her cheeks already stung from the round she had cried a few minutes before. She closed her eyes, trying to dam the waterfall, and felt someone sit down beside her. Dante put a reassuring arm around her and pulled her in close to his side. Lulu instantly melted under his warmth and felt a peace emerge.
A priest approached Dante, Lulu, and Lucky. "Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes, Father, we are," Lucky answered.
"On behalf of the family of Luke Spencer, I would like to thank everyone of you for attending this celebration of life service today. His children would like to say a few words. Lucky." The priest nodded in his direction and Lucky made his way to the front of the church.
"You know, my dad and I were pretty close when I was younger. We would go off on some great adventures. He taught me everything he knew about finding the perfect mark and how to finesse them before they ever knew what hit them. I know that's probably not the fond memory you would expect to hear from a cop, but it was what we bonded over when I was young. As time went on and I got older, I knew that I wanted something different for my life. That's when I decided to become an officer. My father was none too pleased with my career choice, but he still supported me anyway. It was what I wanted to do and Luke Spencer was always all about blazing your own trail. So, with time, he accepted my decision and moved on to his next mark without me. Since then, we still laughed and cried together. He watched my kids grow and was a wonderful grandfather to them. Those are the memories that I want to keep of the great Luke Spencer." Lucky looked down at the casket, tears brimmed his eyes. "Thanks Dad, for all that you have taught me. I wouldn't be who I am today without you." With that, Lucky took his seat beside Lulu.
"Now, we will hear from his daughter, Lesley Lu." She sat, frozen for a moment. I can't do this. This isn't happening. The room suddenly became dark and the air was heavy. She saw every stare, heard every whisper. She looked for the nearest exit, ready to bolt, but instead felt Dante urge her to go up front. Slowly, she rose from her seat and made her way up front.
She stood there silently for a few seconds, tears streamed down her face. She looked over at Dante. He gave her a nod which gave her the strength to begin. "As all of you know, my dad never stayed in Port Charles for long periods of time. He loved to travel and see the world. As a child, I didn't always get why he never stayed around. I wanted my daddy. Now that I'm older, I understand a little better. I suppose I have some of that restlessness in me. You know, we never said goodbye to each other when he left. Lots of times, I didn't even know that he was gone until a few days later. I just wish that I could've seen him and told him how much he meant to me. I'm so sorry, Dad." Her sobs were uncontrollable. After a short pause, she continued. "I know that he wouldn't want me or any of us to be sad for him. He lived a good life, the way he wanted to live it. We'll always miss him, but will carry his legacy in our hearts forever."
Lulu looked up toward the back of the church in time to see a figure. It quickly disappeared, but not before she got a good glimpse. She recognized something about the person. She froze in fear. Dante saw the panicked look on her face, how pale she became. His eyes followed her gaze to the back of the church, but saw nothing. Still panic stricken, she looked over at Dante, who quickly made his way to her side.