Kerry walked down a couple of the stairs, her Grandparents and CJ were downstairs comforting Kate and Rory. Kerry bit her lip and crouched down on the banister and looked through. She felt so distant from everyone, she felt lonely without her Michigan sweatshirt too. She was now wearing black jeans and a T-shirt, and a long black coat. It was snowing outside, at another time Kerry would have marvelled at the beauty of it, now, however she hated it. Gran looked up.
"Kerry, sweetie, come down, where's Bridget?"
"She's not coming down"
"Try and get her too, she needs her family"
"She says all she wants is Dad, and that is the only person she'll come down for"
Kerry turned around and walked upstairs into her room. Bridget was still lying there.
"C.J, Gran and Gramps need you to come down Bridge, help them"
"I killed him" Bridget got up and walked out of the room with Kerry. They walked downstairs to their Grandparents into their outstretched arms. Bridget cried. The hearse was outside waiting to take them to the church. To the funeral. To final realization that Paul, their Dad, Kate's husband, Gran and Gramps son in law and C.J.'s uncle and the only person to ever believe in him, had died.
Dedicated to john ritteer aka Paul henessy, the dad i want mine to be like.