Fiona swore that dressing Jacky was one of the hardest things she could ever do. Jacky hated being touched, but if you held his clothes and not his skin, he would let you change him. Jack was 7, and can get a majority of his clothes on, but struggles with buttoning and zipping them up, not to mention the tie.
"Come on, Jack! Let me put a tie on you! You have to look good for your dad"
Fiona wrapped the tie around his neck, but Jack through it off and started to unbutton his over shirt and the shirt underneath. Fiona tried to sing that song, but for some reason it would not work. Jack went to put his other clothes on.
"Jack, I know your upset about dad. But please, you have to look good for him. This is your last chance to say goodbye to him"
"...I....miss...him"
Jack started to sound louder and not quiet anymore. He started to put his clothes back on, with Fiona helping him button up and zip up. She then helped him with his tie, and once it was done, Fiona's handsome young man looked really smart. With the polished black shoes, that plaided jacket and the red tie and white shirt. Fiona wore her triditonal black dress, and a veil.
It was a few hours later, that they arrived at the funeral grounds. Many people were there, Kyle's parents, Nina, Forest, Debra, a few of Kyle's old drinking buddies and many others. The reverand was busy giving a speech, as Kyle's casket was behind him. It was a rainy day, typical that the ceremony was outside.
It seemed like everybody was crying. Jack was crying the most, digging his face into his overshirt. Fiona gave him tissues, but he did not bother to use them. He seemed to find his overshirt more comfy on his face.
Forest was comforting the smaller child. The 10 year old, with sun yellow hair reassured him it was ok. Nina hugged her friend, Fiona. Fiona liked the hug. It made her feel like she was ok. Wierdly enough, Debra was crying too
"And now, I will call Fiona to the stand" the Reverand called, as Fiona took out a peice of paper. She worked on this speech all night.
"Thank you. Kyle was a good man. At one point in my life, we split up. Him being an alcoholic, and me first finding out about Jack having autism, it did not go right" she stopped to wipe some tears "overtime, I forgave him and he did so much for Jacky, I did not even thank him."
Jack stops crying and looks up at his mother. This is the confidence boost she needs, she stops crying and smiles.
"But, Kyle did leave something behind. Jack, my awesome little swimming son. Kyle will always live on through his son. Kyle and I had our arguments, we had our diffrences, but one thing we agreed on? We would never go back in time, and get the abortion. Kyle Micheal Hayron, may you rest in peace"
The crowd claps as Fiona walks down. She is imedietly charged at by Jack, who tackle hugs her. He is big and strong now, and it took all her might to stop her from going over. Jack held onto Fiona tight, the second time he has done this. The first time was when he found out about his dad. Maybe he only touches you if he is upset? Fiona did not know, but it felt nice to touch her child.
She finally got him to let go, and at this point the child looked up at his mother. Tears still in his young, youthfull eyes and his face glowed as red as a tomato, his wet hair turned it from curly to flat in seconds.
Fiona was glad the ceremony was done, she could now go into the pub and drink away her sorrows, whilst making sure Jacky was ok. If he was anything like his dad, Jack is a big strong lad, with a huge heart. Jack was just as handsome as the first time she met Kyle, oh how she remembered every last detail.
Later that night, the wake had finished and Fiona kissed Jack goodnight, as he got changed into his superman PJs and tucked himself in under his huge quilt. Jack liked big quilts, they always made him feel cozy.
Looking down at her boy, Jack was a cute sleeper, he would curl up into a ball, and stick one leg out. Fiona thought that was one of the cutest things she had ever seen. She slowly walked down the stairs, taking it steady as she went down each step. She sat down on the sofa, and looked at the TV.
It was his favourite, wrestling. Kyle would sit for hours watching this, and he said one day he will actually compete. 31 years later, he could not fulfill his dream. Fiona thought to herself, she needs money for the kid about to come. No, that was a stupid thought. How could she become a wrestler? Oh dear, all these stupid thoughts just got into her head.
It was then she had a brainstorm of an idea, she would host a wrestling event in memory for her boyfriend, and all other drug addicts. every year, maybe then Kyle could smile down a bit more. Fiona started to plan it, she would need to contact wrestlers, suppliers, sponsers, everything to make this happen. She could perhaps make it by the end of summer? Who knows...
Fiona then scraped that too, she wanted to make Kyle proud. It then hit her. The best idea ever.
Fiona would host a family get together with children with autism, and give them tips. Kyle would love it, fiona would love it, and maybe Jacky could make friends his age. He had none at his school.
Fiona got planning as soon as she could.
