HERE IT IS! The answer to what had happened to Larry's daughter, and the end of the entire story.

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Epilogue
six months later

All eyes turn and a gasp goes up in the room as the doors open and everyone looks at the beautiful bride, entering the sanctuary, clutching her bouquet and positively glowing as she looks ahead and smiles at her waiting groom.

But she's not the only one looking at him.

Sybil feels her throat tighten as she gazes at her son, watching him stare in awe as he looks at his future wife, coming to join him at the altar.

He looks so handsome. And so happy. He reminds her of Tom, on their own wedding day.

Her husband must have read her thoughts, because she feels him squeeze her hand and run his thumb affectionately over her knuckles.

Michael Branson sucks in a deep breath as the bride arrives, his trembling hands taking both of hers and holding them just so, as if she's the most precious treasure in the world. Sybil understands; she squeezes Tom's hand and returns the gesture.

The vicar begins, and the bride and groom listen intently. While everyone watches the soon-to-be-married pair, once again Sybil finds her own eyes looking elsewhere, specifically across the church aisle, to the pew where the bride's family sits.

Imogen sits straight and tall, her back rigid and her eyes shining as she smiles at her daughter, clutching a handkerchief and biting her lip, trying her hardest not to cry though Sybil knows it's an impossible feat.

Her heart swells as she looks on at her childhood friend. Swells in both understanding as a mother, and in pity because unlike herself, Imogen sits alone.

Six months ago, they were sitting in this church. Only then they were wearing black, and unlike now, Imogen wasn't crying.

Sybil looks down at her lap and closes her eyes, a moment of sadness filling her being.

It's not often that her mind wanders to Larry, but once in a while, it does. And right now, her mind wanders to the man who tortured himself with his own stubborn pride. She had hoped that maybe, just maybe, when he married Imogen, he had let go of the past and moved forward. She had hopeed that when he became a father, and his little girl was placed in his arms, that he would see the wonderful possibilities of a future worth having, and live for that future.

She had hoped he would make peace with his daughter, when Lydia told him that she was in love with Michael.

Sybil remembers the shock of Michael coming home to Dublin at the end of the war, a decorated RAF pilot, and announcing before he even had managed to take off his coat that he was in love, that he had met a nurse while stationed in London, and he wanted his parents blessing to return as quickly as possible and ask for her hand in marriage.

Though the shock of her son telling her this was nothing compared to the shock of learning just who the girl was.

Both she and Tom were...hesitant at first. But after meeting Lydia, and getting to know her, it was quite clear she was nothing like Larry, and seeing how happy she made her son, well...how could a mother refuse?

But sadly, it came as no great shock when she and Tom learned that Larry was against the union the second Lydia brought Michael to Yorkshire to meet her parents. And just as it had been when she had stood before her family, telling them she was in love with the Downton chauffeur, Lydia proudly stood by Michael, and declared that she would "not give him up", either.

If only Larry could have made peace with all this.

Was it because of her, that he was against the union? Because of Tom? Because his daughter wanted to marry a "Branson"? All of the above?

As the bride and groom made their marriage vows, Sybil felt Tom's hand squeeze hers, and she returned the squeeze, looking over at her husband, grayer now, but still every bit as handsome. How fortunate she had been to follow her heart. How lucky she was to have this man's love, this wonderful man, who had given her five beautiful children, all of who sat in the pew behind them, smiling as they gazed up at their brother. How blessed they were to have Lydia join their family and become a fellow Branson...

When the ceremony was over, the congregation gathered outside to toss rice and rose petals and cheer the newly married couple. As Michael and Lydia passed, all flushed faces and joyful smiles, Sybil noticed Lydia pausing, just briefly at a nearby grave...and without a second's hesitation, laying her bouquet upon it.

Sybil knew whose grave it was, without even seeing the stone.

It wasn't often that she murmured a prayer for Larry Grey, but just then, Sybil found herself doing just that, praying that...wherever he was, Larry was at peace, that he had forgiven his daughter, and could see how happy she was, and how beautiful she looked.

...And somewhere, he did.