December 1st was the funeral of Cynthia Grace Carter. Landon, Susie and Hegbert planned the funeral. The last few days it was just too hard to describe. The Taylors helped in every way they can. Jamie and Hegbert were walking around. Jamie tried to calm down her father.
"I can't believe she's gone," said Hegbert
"Dad I'm so sorry," said Jamie
"This is like when you mother died, I can't believe Cynthia is dead too" said Hegbert.
It's been four years since Jamie passed away. I sat in Reverend Sullivan's house on the couch. Or to be more specific, my father in law's house. He and I talked for a bit about how I was accepted to medical school. Then all of a sudden he said to me.
"I have something for you." He left the room and came back with an envelope for me. It was addressed to me in Jamie's hand. "She wanted you to have this a few years after she passed." He explained. I handled the envelope carefully, it was a bit brown with age, but still neat and crisp. "I'll go make some lemonade and give you some time to look at...
The night air was cool as Landon laid in bed next to his wife, watching her sleep. It had been three months since they were married, and every day Jamie's health declined. However, being the woman she was, Jamie didn't let it stop them from having the best time they could.
His friends had taken some convincing, but once they saw how much he loved Jamie, they started to come around. He was shocked by how much Dean had changed his attitude. He had apologized for everything, and even accepted her as a friend.
As he watched her sleep peacefully he knew that he didn't have much more time left with...