Disclaimer: The piece in mind for this chapter is called 'Prelude Number 4 in E minor by Frederic Chopin. It's a very sad piece of music and fitting for the scene here.

A couple of weeks passed and the family had gradually begun to move on from the tragedy in their life. However, they couldn't fully move on until the funeral had been and gone.

The family gathered in the hall all wearing black and Jeff sighed, this was the hardest thing he had to break to his sons.

"Boys, mother. Their bodies were never found, so they've made memorials. We won't see them."

Scott nodded. "We understand."

"Come on then, let's go."

The family piled into the car and began the miserable journey to the church, rain drizzled down the windows making the family feel worse.

"Why does it always rain at funerals?" Virgil sighed, fiddling with his tie.

"Because funerals are sad, and people get sad when it rains," Gordon shrugged.

"That's not the reason, Gordy," Alan elbowed him.

"Then what is the reason blondie?" Gordon snapped back.

"Guys, stop it!" Scott frowned. "It's completely coincidental."

Jeff looked at them through the rearview mirror, "boys, can we please get to the church without an argument. Please?"

"Sorry Dad," Gordon muttered and turned to look out of the window.

"Are you alright John?" Scott smiled at the redhead, who was very quiet.

"Not really, I miss Mum. Everything she said to me is true, I am shy and quiet, and without her, I don't think I'll ever get over that."

Scott wrapped his arm around his brother and John rested his head on Scott's shoulder, "I don't think any of us will get over her death, Johnny."

The car stopped, and the boys looked up at the church where a small number of people were scattered around the grounds. Jeff and Ruth got out followed by the boys, and a man approached Jeff accompanied by a young blonde girl.

"Ralph, thank you for being here," Jeff shook the man's hand. "I know you knew Lucille well."

"And your father. I'm so sorry Jeff," then he turned to Ruth to offer his condolences. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Ruth smiled.

"Who's this?" Jeff smiled at the blonde girl who smiled back.

"This is Penelope. She turned eleven yesterday."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr Tracy," Penelope shook his hand.

"Shall we? The ceremony is starting," Ralph led his daughter up the hill and the Tracys followed.

They took their seats at the front after meeting some of Lucille's friends and Grant's, then the minister stood up to start the speech. The service was sad and the boys couldn't help but cry when guests talked about their mother, the rain eased off a little as the preparations for the coffins to go down began. Eventually, the service drew to a close, and the guests trooped out to go into town leaving the family standing beside the stones.

"Ready to go boys?" Jeff asked standing up after laying flowers beside his wife's grave and his father's.

Scott nodded then Alan spoke up, "I want to say something, by myself."

"I'll stay too for a bit," Ruth smiled.

"Shall we meet you in town for lunch?" Jeff suggested. "I'll give you a call to tell you where we are."

"Alright, Jeff."

The family left and Alan knelt beside his mother's gravestone, he closed his eyes and a couple of tears rolled down his cheeks, "don't leave me, Mummy. I need you."

Ruth, full of sudden affection, wrapped her arms around the child protecting him from the elements, "she'll always be with you Alan, just like Grandpa."

"I don't understand Grandma. Why did the plane go down?" Alan's big blue eyes glistened with fresh tears.

"Accidents happen, Alan. The plane was just unlucky, no one is to blame," Ruth sighed. "But somehow we have to move on from this. It'll be hard, but as a family, we can do it."

"We will?"

"Of course, we will. Trust your grandma," Ruth smiled and stood up.

The two joined the rest of the family in a small café in town where the boys had ordered some fries. Alan sat down and Virgil slid the box over.

"We've said our goodbyes," Ruth smiled.

Jeff smiled back, "we can move on from this boys, believe me. We're strong, and it what's they would've wanted us to do. It'll take time but we'll do it, I promise," Jeff squeezed Scott's shoulder who smiled.

"If you can move on Dad, then we can try to too. Mum and Grandpa will always have a special place in our hearts."

Jeff nodded. "That's right, son. Shall we go home? There are a few things I want to organise in starting a new life."

Author notes; Things get a little more serious in the next chapter, and International Rescue thoughts begin to appear.