Seasons In The Sun
Chapter 24 :Mark
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
Right up until the end I was with her. As her last breath left her I held on and sobbed like I would die. I held her for a long time after she died and call me crazy but I swear I could smell Bryan's aftershave in the moments after she died. I know he's looking after her. After a while, I laid her on the bed, and I whispered to her, knowing she was listening, "Goodbye my love, you can rest now".
Somehow I stumbled downstairs to the phone. When Shane picked up all I managed to say was, "She's gone" he was there in less that five minutes, closely followed by Nicky, Georgina and Kian. Kian didn't speak to me, he didn't have to, the look on his face said it all. He'd miss her almost as much as I would. Almost. Shane called the hospital and arranged everything, at least so he says, I can't remember much from when I phoned him until Missy came downstairs. She walked over to me and took my hand. She reached out and took a tear off my cheek onto the tip of her finger. She looked at it then climbed onto my knee and put her small arms around my neck. She stayed there until we both fell asleep. She looked like me when she was a baby, but she was now her mother born again, it reminded me of the most wonderful gift she'd given me, aside from her eternal love, our child. I can't thank her enough for the precious joy that Michelle Melissa brings me from day to day, seeing her as Nicola would have been at eight years old. The next thing I remember is the reading of her will. She wanted Georgina to step in and help Missy through her teenage years, but not to replace her, even though she knew that Georgina couldn't do that. She wanted me to let Kian know that he was forgiven. She wanted me to know that she didn't expect me to remarry, that she knew I wouldn't because I believed that she couldn't be replaced. She knew me better than I knew myself. She's right, there won't ever be another, I wouldn't do that to her memory. On the day we put her in the ground three hundred people turned up for her funeral, friends, family, and Westlife fans she'd come to know over the years. We each composed a letter to put in with her, so that in centuries to come, archaeologists will know how special she was