After missing the midnight bus, Jamie is forced to walk home, only to witness the murder of two policemen by the heads of an infamous crime cartel. Jamie's past leaves testifying against some of the most dangerous people in the world an easy decisio...
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The first few drops of the light morning drizzle fell in constant rhythm with his widow's tears. Sergeant Raymond Harris- finally a name to the lifeless face that haunted Jamie's dreams. The widow sat clutching her little boy's hand, a sight too painful for Jamie to bare.
She had only been able to attend the funeral of one of the officers that died that night. As Officer Ahmed had to be buried immediately due to religious beliefs, while Jamie continued her stay at the hospital for observational purposes. She contemplated visiting his family, but she didn't have the gall to face them after doing nothing to stop their loved one from dying.
She hated funerals, but who didn't? It wasn't the memory of the dead that made it sad, instead, it was watching the faces of the living as they come to terms with their loss. She wondered if that's why the people cried at her parents' funeral. Was it because they were gone or did they cry because of who they left behind?
Her thoughts were interrupted as everyone was asked to rise for the prayer. She and Liam arose in unison. She bowed her head slightly letting the pastor's words flow through her ears. The prayer ended and she sat down.
"Thank you all so much for being here, I'm sure Raymond is smiling from the heavens as he sees all of us gathered here today to celebrate his remarkable life." An amen or two were sung by the choir in response to the Pastor's opening words. "Before we begin I'm told that Ray's son would like to tell us about his dad."
A boy, no older than eight, with tear stained cheeks walked to the pulpit. "G-Good morning everybody, I'm Johnathon, but my daddy always called me Johnny." Jonathan's lonely eyes looked into the crowd that viewed him with great sympathy. Jamie saw his nerves and gave him a small smile to boost his confidence when she met his view.
"I wanted to talk to everyone about my dad. I'm very sad that my dad is gone because he used to always tell the best stories and he used to always let me win in c-cricket and football. But he was the best dad, not because of stories and games, but he was a brave superhero. Mummy said dad is a superhero and that's why he had to leave us. My dad always told me to be brave and do the right thing even if it scared me a little. And this here scares me. . . being up here alone without him. So maybe if I continue to be brave I will become a superhero like my dad. . ." The boy stepped down leaving no one with dry eyes.
