A small child stood fixed in front of the most beautiful sight she had ever seem. Among the most exquisite grave stones, this white marble stood high above the rest. A figure of a male angel, dressed in fine garments holding a young kneeling woman stood before her. Somehow she felt as if she knew the two figures before her. The beauty of the woman was unmatched, and reminded her of her mother, while the man, with his graceful wings, seemed to protect the woman.
"Erika." Her mother's voice called from behind her. She was joined by her loving mother, and caring father. Her father kneeled beside her, and kissed her cheek.
"You should return to the carriage Little One, you might catch something in this cold."
"Yes, papa." He picked her up in his arms, twirled her around, while playfully kissing her cheeks. He carried her to the carriage, leaving the woman alone with the gravestone.
"She's beautiful, isn't she? Smart too. He's so kind to her, the way a father should be, the way you were Erik." She looked up at the figure of the man, locking her golden eye with the stone. A sudden feeling of warmth spread through her body, a his voices filled her head, joined by the voice of his love.
You alone can make my song take flight,
help me make the music of the night.
"She will learn, I promise you. She will know your story, your great triumph. The story of Erik, a man overcame everything, all in the name of love." She paused for a moment, to wipe a tear from her eye. "How powerful that is, love, but after all, thats the one thing we strive for, the only thing that matters in life. Our reason to continue." She glanced back at the carriage, were her life sat waiting for her, the reason for her life, her loving husband James, and their young Daughter.
"Kat is expecting another soon, I don't know how she can keep up with all those little boys, but she does. She has changed tremendously since you left. She is no longer the selfish flirt she used to be, but a wonderful mother, and wife. I didn't think it was possible, but she actually loves being a wife of a working class man.
Meg's little boy is almost thirteen now. He's just like his father, he would do anything for anyone. After it happened, Nadir helped us get out of London, and even paid for our tickets to Paris, where Meg found James and me jobs in the Opera house, I don't know how we would have survived without them.
James spoils your granddaughter, but she is worth it. She just had her sixth birthday, and he bought her a piano, as if she doesn't already have enough instruments. She spends all her time singing, or playing her music, you would be so proud mother. James taught her to read. He wanted me to, but I thought it was more fitting for her father to teach her. She always has your favorite book with her, she won't put it down, despite it's age. She doesn't understand the significances of those words on the page, what it means to us. She's not like the other girls, I taught her everything I learned from you. It's surprising how much of an effect you leave on a person. She never was given the chance to meet you, but she's just like us, she even has our golden eyes."