Goodbye

Goodbye

“Ann, Ann? Are you there? Ann, baby, I miss you.”

“Shhh sweetheart, it’s alright. Everything will be alright.”

“It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault, Gerard. You tried.”

“Not hard enough! I didn’t try hard enough! I could’ve done more! I could’ve stopped them!”

“There were too many, angel. You couldn’t fend them all off, not on your own.”

“If I had just gotten to you, I could’ve... I could’ve done something. I could’ve protected you, but I couldn’t… I failed you.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes I did! You’re dead because of me! Because I was too weak to defend you!”

“Gerard, they had guns. How were you supposed to stop them when they had guns?”

“I could’ve done something. I could’ve taken one of their guns and shot them. I could’ve…”

“You couldn’t, no one could've.”

“Why’d this happen to you, to us? What did we do to deserve this?”

“Nothing, baby. We didn’t do anything wrong and we didn’t deserve this. We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“The police said what… what they did was part of a gang… a gang initiation.”

“I know.”

“Why? Why would you h-harm someone like that j-just to be part of some stupid gang? Why did they take you from me?”

“I don’t know angel.”

“I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.”

“We were going to take the kids to Disney World this summer. Logan was so excited.”

“He was going to give Mickey a big hug.”

“The biggest hug. But now…”

“You should still take them. It would do you all some good to spend time together.”

“It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“I know, but you can’t stop living just because I’m gone. Our kids still need you. They lost their mom; don’t make them lose their dad as well.”

“How am I supposed to go on without you Ann? How am I supposed to take care of those children without you? What am I supposed to tell them when they ask where you went and why you can’t be with them? They’re too young to understand death.”

“You tell them that I am with them, watching over them.”

“The old cliché.”

“Hey, it’s the truth. You tell them that I love them very much and that I miss them and that we’ll be together again some day.”

“Oh god Ann, I want to hold you in my arms again. I want to feel you again, see you. Not just hear you. I hate staring at this damn tombstone. It’s cold and hateful. It’s not you.”

“I know sweetheart. I miss you too, but this is what we’ve been given and we need to deal with it.”

“I know, but it’s unfair to me and especially the kids.”

“Life is never fair.”

“Isn’t that the truth. Will I ever hear from you again?”

“Probably not.”

I love you Ann.”

“I love you too, Gerard.”

“Goodbye baby.”

“Goodbye angel.”