The Ghost Of You

Ever Get The Feeling That You're Never All Alone

Y/N POV

The funeral was today. I was not prepared.

I've been to funerals before, yes. They're always sad. A military funeral for the man you were madly in love with? That's downright depressing.

All of our friends and family gathered at the chapel. The same chapel we were married at. What was once a place full of joy and love is now a place of grief and sorrow.

I was sat in the front row along with Rowan, Donna, Donald, Gerard, Lindsey, and Bandit. Looking at the casket with the American flag draped over it crushed my heart even more. Knowing my husband was in there made every ounce of happiness fade from my body.

I felt nothing but pain. Unbearable heartache. It felt as if someone had ripped my heart and soul from my body, leaving me with absolutely nothing. Just emptiness. I cried silently as I held rowan in my lap, who was also crying.

Now came the part I was absolutely dreading. The part I knew I wouldn't be able to handle.

I handed Rowan over to her grandmother as I stood and walked to the very front.

"On behalf of the President of the United States, the United States Army, and a grateful nation, please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation for your loved one's honorable and faithful service." The man said as he handed me a folded-up flag. My lip began to quiver uncontrollably as I took it.

I wept as I made my way back over to my seat. My daughter quickly crawled back into my lap and hugged me tightly. '

"If anyone would like to say a few words at this time, they may." I took a deep breath and stood, carrying Rowan as I made my way to the microphone.

"As all of you know, Michael was my husband, as well as the father of this one right her, and the one I am carrying right now," I paused, trying to collect myself, "Mikey was the sweetest man I have ever met. He was always a gentleman, an amazing husband, and the best father I've ever seen."

"He didn't deserve this. He deserved to grow old with me. He deserved to watch his daughters grow up. In fact, when he proposed, he told me that's what he wanted. He wanted to have children, grandchildren, even great-grandchildren. That's what he imagined his future would be. That's what he deserved."

"Every day, I look at Rowan and I look at my swollen stomach and see the lives we created together. Michael James Way will live on in all of us, but especially within them. I know one day I will meet him again, wherever we may be. Until then, we all have to keep him in our hearts and in our memories." I took another breath, about to finish my speech, "He will always be watching over us. I will always love him with every ounce of love I have. Thank you for coming. May he rest in peace."

Everyone applauded as I moved away.

More people went up to talk. His parents, his friends, Gerard. It was an emotional rollercoaster. Once everyone was done, we made our way to the cemetery where we laid him to rest. Watching the casket slowly drop into the six-foot hole made me sick. This was it. no chance of this being a dream.

I knew he was with me the entire time though. sometimes it felt as if he was right beside me. Like right now.

I had the others take Rowan as they went back to their vehicles. I stayed at his grave alone, just for a minute. I needed this alone time with him. As I sobbed, it felt as if I hand was on my shoulder. I thought it was Gerard at first, but when I went to grab it, no one was there. That's how I knew he was with me. That is how I know he always is.