Author's Note: Well, I finally did it. I've been lurking around this fandom for a while now, building up the courage to write my first fanfic ever. This was writted at 2:30AM, so I apologize if it's not top-notch. I was feeling sad when I wrote it, so it came out sad. Really sad. I cried writing it, so be prepared to cry potentially. Some of you may know me through my reviews, and I'd love it if you'd do me the same favor. No cookies required, but they would be appreciated.
Some Sunny Day
She stood at the head of the grave, fighting tears. Staring at the coffin that had yet to be lowered into the six foot deep pit, she tried again to wrap her mind around the idea that he was never coming back. Never coming home to kiss the kids goodnight, never coming to work with her, arm in arm, and never coming with her to brave her sister's awful dinner parties. It had been stupid, really. Hoping that her perfect life could ever remain the same. And now her world was upside down, on its head, threatening to tip her off into outer space.
The only things keeping her safe within gravity's hold were her daughter and son's small hands, held so quietly in each of her bigger ones. Adam, the younger of the two children, probably didn't even understand what was happening. After all, he was only three. Amelia, his big sister, understood more, but not all. Looking up at her mother, she brushed her honey colored hair out of her eyes and said, "Mommy, can I ask you a question?"
Her mother looked down, eyes still brimming with tears she couldn't quite hold back, and replied, "Always, Amy. You know you can ask me anything."
"Daddy's not coming back, is he?" Amy asked, her voice trembling slightly with the implications of her question.
Her mother sighed. She was hoping she wouldn't have to answer that question until they got home, at least. Taking a deep breath, she said, "No, baby. I'm afraid Daddy's gone. But you'll see him again on some sunny day."
"Mommy, will you hold me?" Amy asked, holding her arms out.
Her mother didn't even reply. She just picked Amy up with the arm that wasn't occupied with holding Adam's hand. After Amy was safe in her arms, the mother straightened up, took one last look at her husband's coffin, and slowly walked away from the grave. Only once Amy and Adam were safely strapped into the family's minivan, did the mother let herself go and give in to the tears. Her whole body shook with the magnitude of the great sobs that she had held back while in front of the children. While her body was still wracked with sobbing, she thought, "I love you Auggie, and I already miss you so much." And she could almost imagine his voice whispering back to her, "I love you too, Annie. I'll see you again, some sunny day."