On The Air

Chapter 38

Harvey's Funeral
I woke up absolutely dreading today. I was dressed in black which wasn't the funniest color to wear. I put on my hat with the black veil, and I took Tommy's hand and led him to the car.

As we were walking down the road along with the rest of our Carol funnies and other friends, I felt like I just got punched in the gut because it just really hit me that there's no bringing him back. I felt like that Amy Winehouse video I just saw recently where she's following the casket and she attempts to hold back tears. I feel her pain. I just won't let it effect my happiness.
Tim and Vicki made touching speeches. It was especially rare when I saw Tim cry. And when he cried, he looked like a sad little boy who fell off his bike that you just want to give him an ice cream cone.

Now it was my turn to say something. I walked up to the podium and tried my best to talk through tears and make this as short and sweet as possible.
"Now I don't to bore you with the original 'Harvey was a good man bit'"
The audience chuckled.
"Even though he was don't get me wrong," I slightly chuckled.
"But as a man with such hope and dreams, I think he fulfilled majority of those dreams that turned into reality. I hired him because silly me I wanted a Harvey Korman type." The crowd chuckled. "But something struck me. No one has that type of talent to duplicate than him, himself. He instantly became my right hand man slash best friend and I don't regret a minute of time with him. At times he did get stubborn or had mood swings, but everyone goes through challenges . Everyone goes through bad heartbreaks. He did. I did. But the beautiful thing was we ended up together. I miss being his lover and friend to be honest but, Helen. Honey you gave him what he always dreamed of . You gave him hope you gave him more children and his spirits were high to the sky. Now that he's gone his legacy lives on. He might have said 'You're born, you suffer, and you die," but that's not true. To me, he was born, he triumphed, and passed on but to a better place and let his spirits hear us on this day. Not of mourning but memory of all the beautiful times he gave us."

    As I finished my eulogy, the crowd stood to their feet applauding and I kissed his chain that I had on and pointed to the sky.

Author's note
Soo...this story is nearing its end and I'm trying not to cry writing this haha I succeeded. But after the last chapter I'm probably going to link some videos I made that go with the story sort of. So stay tuned ^_^