A Journey Through Love and Loss

Final Goodbye

Tyler's POV

The sun shine brightly overhead as we gathered around Avery's final resting place, a stark contrast to the heaviness in our hearts.

We were all dressed in white, a symbol of purity and a final tribute to the light Avery brought into our lives. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees, and the sound was almost soothing.

May mga reporters pa rin na nakasunod sa amin pero hindi sila nakapasok mismo dito sa paglilibingan ni Avery dahil binilin sila ni Dad sa guards na huwag papapasukin.

Tyrone clung to my hand, his grip tight and trembling. His small frame seemed even smaller in his white shirt, and I could feel his grief echoing my own.

The entire group was there—My parents, Avery's parents, Ruth, Mark, Caleb, Lucas, Thalia, Analea, and many others. Each of them wore a solemn expression, their faces etched with the pain of loss.

It was only last night that I mustered the courage to look into Avery's coffin when I spoke. I endured two days of not seeing her because I couldn't bear to see her lying in a coffin. It felt like my heart was being shattered when I saw her there last night. There's nothing I can do, no amount of tears can bring her back to life.

Hindi ko alam kung saan ako lulugar ngayon. Hindi ko alam kung paano ako kikilos, halos lahat ng mata nila ay nakatingin sa akin.

As we approached the grave, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of finality. This was it, the moment I had dreaded since Avery's passing. The moment where I had to let go, not just physically but emotionally. It felt impossible.

The pastor began to speak, his voice calm and steady, offering words of comfort that barely registered. My mind was elsewhere, filled with memories of Avery. Her laughter, her kindness, her strength. The way she looked at me when we were in New York, full of love and hope.

I remembered the proposal. "Will you marry me, again?" I had told her, holding out the ring. She had smiled, tears in her eyes, and said yes without hesitation. We had planned to renew our vows, to celebrate our love once more. But now, that dream was lost.

As the pastor continued, I looked around at the faces of our friends and family. Each of them had their own memories of Avery, their own grief.

Ruth, standing close by, was wiping away tears, her expression a mix of sorrow and strength. She had been such a pillar of support through all of this.

When it was time to say our final goodbyes, One by one, everyone came forward, placing their roses and saying their final farewells. The air was filled with quiet sobs and whispered words of love.

When it was my time, I knelt beside Avery's coffin. "I love you," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I always will." I placed a single white rose on top, a symbol of my eternal love for her.

Tyrone stepped forward, his little face serious and sad. He placed his own rose beside mine, his hand lingering on the wood. "I love you, Mommy," he said softly.

As the priest concluded the service and it was time to lower Avery into the ground, I felt an overwhelming wave of grief crash over me. This was real. This was final. Avery was gone. But something inside me snapped. I couldn't let go. I couldn't let them take her away from me forever.

"No! No, I can't!" I screamed, my voice filled with anguish.
I approached Avery's coffin on the ground and held into it. "Don't put her in there! She's not supposed to be here!"

Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as I fought against the inevitable. Tyrone's wails pierced the air, echoing my own cries. He clung to me, sobbing uncontrollably, his little body trembling with grief. "Mommy!"