16 And A Dad🎲Brendon Urie

Seventeen

I sat in a room alone and just cried. 

About an hour ago, Sarah died. Her brain forgot how to breathe. We were eating dinner, actually. One minute she is trying to say how good the food is, even though it was all words I couldn't place, the next minute, her head fell on the table. It keeps on playing in my head, her body going limp.

Soon, I had to read her death certificate, to see if everything was right. It was, too right. I was left in that room once again, now with her wedding ring. They took it from her and gave it to me. 

"Dad!!" Laurie barged through the door, making me get up from the floor and basically tackle her. "My god, what happened?"

"My Sarah is g-gone!" Laurie pulled back and looked at me.

"W-what?"

"She stopped breathing at home..." Laurie's eyes started to tear up as she brought me back into a hug. "Why did she have to go first?"

"I don't know, Dad."

"I never want to go to that house EVER AGAIN!!" I fell to my knees.

"Then come stay with us, Dad."

"N-no, I don't want to be a burden."

"Daddy, you just lost your wife, you shouldn't be alone. Please, I insist." I slightly smile.

"You always know how to make me smile, buttercup."

***

"Lauren, Sarah's step-daughter, would like to say a few words." I watched as Laurie walked up to the microphone. 

"Thank you. From the time I was born until I was about seven, I was my dad's world. And I never had to share him. It was always him and I, usually on a tour bus traveling the world. Because of that bus, and because of that band, Dad met Sarah. From then forward, I had to share Dad. It was hard, at first, but then I realized how happy my father was. How every morning he woke up, with a smile on his face, because she was the love of his life. But Sarah filled a void for me that I never had, I had a mother. A mother who would help me, more so when I was a teenager going through puberty, when I met my wife, Veronica, when I got married, and I want to believe she still guides me through my life. And we all know her, she was very selfless. She will continue to guide every single one of you, and possibly save your life one day. She will continue to be with my Dad, watching over him so he doesn't burn the whole house down. And most importantly, she will be waiting for every single one of you, and give you a huge Sarah hug when she sees you again. Her smile will live on, through memories, through pictures, and most importantly, through my Dad's song, he wrote called Sarah Smiles. We all miss her, and she misses us."