A/N: I just wanted to say, I have had so much fun writing this story, and reading each and everyone one of my reviews. It has been amazing being able to look back and see everyone who wasted a moment of their precious time reading my unimportant little story. Thank-you, to everyone. A special thanks to Abigail Thalia La Rue, for her love and support from chapter one. Everyone who voted for me over in the "Best of Percy Jackson 2010" gets a cookie.

It's from Percy POV.

I was trying to be strong. I was trying to hold together. I was trying to hold back my tears, so that my four year old daughter wouldn't see me cry.

Mom was gone. It was hard to say, hard to think those words. She was there all my life, and then that stupid drunk had to smash his stupid truck into her, and take her from me.

The funeral was slow going. Everyone speaking about Mom just kept saying that she was a beautiful person, that she loved life and everyone around her. They kept telling me that they were sorry for my loss, that they understood what I was going through, that they knew how I felt.

They didn't. They didn't know at all.

They didn't know that the night she died, Blackjack and I took off for L.A., hoping that we could save her from the underworld. By the time we got there, Annabeth was already there, stopping me from bursting in and demanding that Charon let me take my mother back. She stopped me from heading down to throttle Hades via Orpheaus' gate, and she returned me home, where she let me hold her and cry into her shoulder.

Annabeth was the only one who could relate. Her father had been killed just five months ago, by a runaway Sopwith Camel. The night she got the news, I held her back from Charon, I took her home and wrapped her in my arms, I whispered soothing words to her.

I shut my eyes when a slide show started, and a picture of Sally holding a dark haired baby in a hospital bed slid across the screen. It hurt to see pictures of Mom, alive and happy. It also hurt to see her, still and peaceful, in the beautiful casket that Paul bought for her.

Everyone gave me pity. They shot sad smiles in my direction. Then they would tell me not to be sad. I didn't want to be sad. I wanted to think of Mom, and be happy. I wanted to be able to remember her smile and the sparkle in her eyes without feeling like I'm ripping my heart apart.

I sucked in another shuddering breath, and Sally Jr., my daughter, who was sitting in my lap, turned to look at me.

"G'anma gone?" she asked, her eyes, exactly like Annabeth's, shining with tears.

I smiled sadly at the innocent child I was holding. I brushed one of her black curls over her shoulder and smoothed out the skirt of the dress that Rachel made for her.

Annabeth leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder, brushing the back of her hand over Sally's cheek gently, and wiping away a tear running down her face. I leaned my head on Annabeth's and pulled Sally closer against my chest .

"Yeah," I whispered. "Grandma's gone."

A/N: This was the last chap. I have decided I am going to continue with it whenever I get struck by an idea. (You may have noticed that I edited my several chapters with my author notes- I felt horrible about caps-locking at you guys, so I got rid of them ^^)