The day of Kyle's funeral was approaching fast and the Braxton's still had so much to do.

"Case have you taken Kyle's suit to the funeral home yet?" Heath asks.

"I'm doing it today." Casey sighs

"Good because they need it by today." Heath sighs.

"Brax have you oraganised your eulogy?" Heath asks.

"Not yet." Brax mumbles.

"Well, Kyle's funeral is tomorrow." Heath sighs.

"I KNOW WHEN MY BROTHERS FUNERAL IS," Brax yells.

"Brax do you really think i want to be doing this, i miss Kyle to but we have to get this done." Heath sighs.

"I know but, I can't, nothing I say will make tomorrow any easier." Brax croaks.

He pulls the picture of the women out of his pocket.

"Boys, do you think this is Kyle's mum?" Brax asks showing the picture to Heath and Casey.

"Yea they have the same smile." Heath smiles lightly.

"The same eyes." Casey sighs.

"She's beautiful." Heath mumbles, this was his little brothers mum, she looked exactly like Kyle. Heath missed his brother even more staring at this picture.

" I think we should bury this with Kyle, i think he would like that, I'm sure he misses his mum and would like to spend eternity with her." Heath smiles.

"Heath thats a really lovely idea, thats really sweet of you." Casey smiles.

"Well, he's my little brother and he deserves to have all the happiness he can have." Heath sighs as he finds a picture of him and Kyle, He was holding his surfboard and Kyle was standing next to him wearing a silly grin.

"How did he hide it." Heath sighs.

"Huh?" Casey asks.

"The fear, everything how did he hide it," Heath mutters.

"I have no idea Heath but i wish he didn't because we could of protected him." Brax mumbles putting a hand around his brother's shoulder.

"Boys, we really need to get his suit to the funeral home." Casey sighs.

"I'll come, let's go Case." Heath sighs.

"Really try on that eulogy Brax, Kyle deserved it." Heath sighs.

Heath and Casey exit the house and Brax stares down at a piece of paper wondering what he can write that will give his brother all the love he deserved. He picked up the picture of Kyle's mum again and dropped his pen. He didn't know what to say his brother was to young to die, he didn't deserve to die and most of all Brax didn't want him to die, no one did, but he did and Brax just had to deal with that as hard as it is going to be. he picks up his pen and writes down exactly what he is thinking.

Ricky and Bianca were tidying up Kyle's stuff. All his posters were taken down and neatly folder, his sheets were taken off his bed and his desk was tidied up.

"Are you sure we should be doing this Rick?" Bianca asks as she picks up one of Kyle's t-shirts off the floor and neatly folding it.

"Yea, it's got to be done and the boys won't want to do it." Ricky sighs.

"But it's Kyle's stuff, it's private." Bianca sighs.

"Well, we can't leave it like this." Ricky sighs.

Unknown to them Brax was standing behind them, he had gotten up to get something to drink when he heard voices coming from Kyle's room.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DON'T TOUCH HIS STUFF," Brax yells.

"Brax this has to be done." Ricky tries to reason with Brax.

"Get out now, this is Kyle's stuff," Brax yells.

"Brax i know how much it hurts but i'm sorry Kyle's not coming back, i'm missing him too, he was like a little brother to me." Ricky croaks.

"Look, Ricky, it's his stuff so just don't touch it okay." Brax hisses.

"Okay, Brax." Ricky sighs putting down Kyle leather jacket.

Her and Bianca left the room, Brax sat on Kyle's bed and looking down at the jacket his brother always wore.

He was finding it so hard to say goodbye there was something about this jacket that made Brax feel like he didn't have to say goodbye but he had no idea why.