Sorry everyone for the off day that I took, I am still recovering from my flu, but the good news is, I have 5 days off from work next week and I am sure I can update more then.

I have to warn everyone that this chapter contains certain religious references and beliefs; I hope it does not offend anyone.

It was almost dusk; the sun was setting as the car finally pulled by the graveyard. Booth was silent throughout the day, he heard Brennan talking to him, at his house, in the lift, even during their ride to their destination, but nothing registered. What was he doing here? He thought to himself. What would this visit accomplish? Yes, he was the one who spoke over and over to Brennan about the importance to connect, and talk to the dead, in order to get answers. He was the one who pushed her to reconnect with her mother and she had found the evidence that day with him, in the form of a dolphin figurine. But this was different, he will be there and the only evidence his visit will provide, is that his son will not be back again. What was the meaning of life without his little man, walking beside him, Booth still believed that he has so much to give to this world, but he also believed that after Parker, there was no one to give to? It is like you have this great feast in front of you, and no one is hungry for, everything goes to waste.

Brennan stepped out of the car first, and went around to open the door for Booth, only to be surprised seeing him standing two steps ahead of her, his eyes gazing at something down the small hill. She turned her head to find what caught Booth's attention. There stood few of their friends, familiar faces; they looked like they were ready to leave, as Brennan and Booth approached them. There was this silence that wrapped everyone; Booth's solemn mood was transmittable to everyone around him. They turned and some patted his shoulder others squeezed his arm and a few simply nodded. No one dared to utter a word, and if it were up to them, they would have given up breathing for they thought even the sound of their breath would disturb Booth, knowing that the lungs of his little boy were no longer filled with air and he no longer took a breath.

"Mr Booth…" someone hesitantly said.

Booth thought he imagined the voice, only to be confirmed again, by a tug on his Jeans. "Uhu.. Mr Booth..."

A little girl was standing at his feet, she was barely Nine or ten years old, dark complexion with striking green eyes, the biggest eyes Booth had ever seen, she was holding something in her hand, the few rays of the sun left shone on that piece held in those tiny fingers and reflected straight into Booth's eyes. He closed his eyes involuntarily and took a deep breath before his brown eyes met the offending object again.

A Larger than life tree, someone had told Booth while he was in Iraq, that there was a larger than life tree up in heaven. Each one of us has his name on one of the leaves. Forty days before you die, the leaf tumbles and comes down to earth, and the person, whose name is written, is told, not in words, but his soul is informed and prepared to leave. Why did he remember that now, does that mean that Parker knew he was leaving, was he scared, or did he not understand. The whole notion wrung his heart.

The girl was still there, and Booth for the first time, something pushed him to crouch down and come to her eye level. Although he did not speak, the girl understood. She held his palm and deposited the Saint Anthony Medal in his palm. She looked around, her mother was waiting for her, and she nodded

"Parker lend it to me, he said to return it after Christmas"

Booth nodded, and closed his fingers around the well known medal. He had given it to his son right after his birth, and had told him to keep it safe, because it will help him find his way whenever he is lost.

A single tear stroked Booth's cheek as he stood. He walked down the hill to his Son's final resting place, holding the medal firmly in the palm of his hand, he caressed the headstone with his hand letting the medal touch the smooth surface of the marble.

The wind blew carrying with him the words of a grieving man and a proud father "My Boy"

Brennan dropped Booth to his apartment; he walked inside the dark hallway only to hold the door back, looking at Brennan, pleading that she would understand. She nodded and stepped back. He took her palm and looked before removing his fingers, his voice was like a whisper, she almost imagined it "tomorrow Bones, tomorrow..." before he closed the door and went straight to the small bed. He covered himself with the Blue blanket; his son's smell lulled him to sleep.

A/N : For all of you who asked for Booth to talk more, I promise you he will very soon, his dam will break.