The following morning Hannah entered the room wearing a long black jacket. She looked so much like me and not a bit like her father. "Not over dressed I'm I mum? So, do you mind me asking who's funeral it is where going to? I read about it in the paper but no names where mentioned. Such awful circumstances, the car they were in was a right off." "No one just an old friend how I want to say good bye to" I sighed. Hannah looked away. She knew I was upset. We arrived at the funeral 10 minutes early. The service began. I hated funerals. Some priest who'd never met these people in his life before was talking about them like he was close to them. He started. "God choose this time for reasons unknown to take his Children, Angela and Bryan. From the earth." Amy went pale and sat down. "These two people had brought so much happiness to each other and the people around them, Most of you will know of the joy Bryan gave to thousands across the world during his time in the band" Amy put her hand to her mouth and looked at me. I didn't look back. I was determined not to cry. "Oh god, Nan. I never thought." Amy whispered to me but couldn't finish the sentence. "Nan, Is Shelley real too? Has Shelley come to the funeral?" Amy started again. I said nothing. It was a quiet service. In a small church in London. Finally the priest stopped talking. Everyone wondered round meaninglessly. Amy kept tight hold of my hand. She was thirteen but was far from stupid. "I never thought the story was true. I never even knew there was a band called Westlife." Amy was in disbelief. I smiled falsely. From somewhere in the distance behind me a heard a voice in the silence. "Shelley?" Amy turned quickly to get a glimpse of the girl who had felt all that pain in her Nan's story. "Shelley." "You? Shelley??, but your names Lei" Amy gasped looking at me. "Yeah, Lei is short for Shelley" I whispered as I wiped a tear from her cheek "Mark." I replied as me and Mark looked at each other I couldn't find any words to say to him. We hadn't spoke for thirty-five years. I was so full of emotion I couldn't even cry. "God. Mark. I never even said good bye to her." I collapsed into Marks arms in tears. Amy stood back as tears streamed down her face. "I've got so many regrets Shelley. The lads and me were like brothers. But we pushed ourselves too far. We blew it. Shane never left to have a solo career. Shane never had a solo career. Westlife fell apart after we lost Louis. Everything fell apart." Everything was coming out. Westlife had been the biggest band in the world and now at Bryan and Angela McFadden's funeral Mark was the only band member who could talk about it. Kian, Shane and Nicky all stood at the back avoiding eye contact with anyone. We all felt the same. For one reason or another we'd all let a friend down over something that seemed irrelevant now. "None of Westlife have really spoken since you split up. I never really spoke to Angela since that night at the hotel. Mark. I know how you feel about not clearing the air with Bryan. Please don't let it happen with Kian, Nicky and Bryan. Please" With that Mark slowly walked away from me and towards the back of the church. They were four old men at a funeral. No one had ever recognised them. As I looked on at them I saw the tears flow between them. I walked towards the two coffins. "Angela, Bryan. Rest in Peace. No one will misjudge you in heaven. No one will push you or doubt you. Please know I love you with all might heart and I regretted what I did everyday" I Stood back I cried quietly to myself. The next time I saw Mark, Kian, Shane and Nicky they were performing on Children in need. As Westlife.