The cool wind breezes by as Molly catches Justin’s sketches before they fly off with the wind. Justin smiles softly, sitting on top of the stone barrier between the sidewalk and the Thames River. Looking ahead at the water, he stares at the bridge that he and Molly nearly lost their lives falling off of. “I got them all before they flew away,” Molly announces as she perches herself up on the stone hedge as well, careful not to hit her brother’s leg that rests extended across the roost. Justin smiles softly, taking the stack from her. “Thanks, Molly,” adding, “You’re a fast runner… if you ever get tired of dancing, you could join the school track team.” She gives him a small smile, “I actually was planning to join the track team…next year… but…” she looks down, shrugging. He nods, “Who knows, right?” Looking up, she smiles, “Right.” Sighing, he looks down at the sketches. “We should start.” Molly states. Justin nods, taking a deep breath, “Okay.” He looks back at the river, then the sketches, and back at Molly before nodding again. She gives him a reassuring smile. Justin forces a smile back, beginning, “We are here today to say goodbye to several wonderful people…” Molly bites her lower lip, “We should start with Grandma and Grandpa.” Justin agrees, “Two of those special people who are no longer with us are Adam and Gretchen Taylor.” Pulling out the sketch he made of the two of them sitting together, he smiles softly, handing it to his sister. “They loved each other very much and…” he pauses, trying to think of a nice memory. Molly smiles, “Grandma used to sit in her backyard in front of the pool and drink lemonade while listening to the oldies station.” Justin grins, “And sometimes Grandpa would come out and pull her up and start to dance with her.” She laughs softly, “Yeah, they had a lot of fun together.” “Goodbye Grandpa and Grandma Taylor… we’ll always remember you.” Molly lets the sketch fall into the river. The two siblings watch as the dark water engulfs the picture, and the paper slowly slides away with the soft current. Looking away, Molly picks up the family picture that Justin drew of their uncle Alec and their cousins. She smiles, “Uncle Alec was a crab, but he always bought me nice birthday presents,” she laughs to herself, “And he told really funny jokes.” Justin nods, “And Abigail liked to pretend she was in charge all the time…but she was always kind of sweet about it…she would’ve been a great mom.” Molly nods, “She was really smart too. She always knew interesting facts. I used to call her an encyclopedia.” “Trevor loved being the center of attention,” Justin comments, “And he would tell jokes that used to make Mom blush.” Molly chuckles, remembering, “Yeah, he always made me laugh.” Justin smiles, “And he was always protective over Jeremy.” “I liked Jeremy a lot,” Molly comments, looking at out into the river. “Me too. He was always really nice and thought of others before himself…he was a good guy.” Justin sighs. “Goodbye Uncle Alec, Abigail, Trevor and Jeremy… you’ll always be in our hearts,” Molly says solemnly as she drops the page into the water. “That was really nice, Molly,” Justin comments to her. “I sometimes forget you’re only twelve.” “I’ll be thirteen in two weeks.” She counters. He smiles, dreading the next sketch. It was of their parents. It took him a long time to draw this picture… he had to stop several times because it was too painful, and as much as he wanted to detach from the situation, he couldn’t. Molly looks down at the picture, “It’s nice. They look really happy in it.” Justin doesn’t say anything and instead stares out into the river. “Before Mom and Dad divorced, they took me out to my favorite restaurant. They wanted to show me that even though they weren’t going to be together, they would still always be there for me.” “That was nice of them,” Justin whispers, feeling the pain of it all as he remembers the way his mother broke the news to him… outside, in front of her car, a few feet away from a realtor who was planning to sell his childhood home. She nods, “And they tried not to fight in front of me… and sometimes they would both attend my dance recitals… they really tried to make things feel right for me.” Justin forces a smile, “That’s nice,” what else could he say? “I miss how Mom used to sit up with me at night and we’d talk about what I did in school, or just about nothing in particular… we would just sit up and talk for, like, an hour, and then I’d go to sleep and she’d go to her room and I guess she’d go to sleep too… I miss those talks…” Justin feels the tears welling in his eyes, but keeps them at bay. “She was a good mom.” Molly is silent, giving her brother some time. “I know it must have been hard for her when I left home… but she always tried to let me know that even though I wasn’t living with her, she was still my mom, and that she loved me.” Justin closes his eyes. “She was always on my side.” Molly wipes away a tear, “Mine too.” Justin looks over at the picture in Molly’s hand. “She was really great.” Molly nods, “She was.... and Dad… I loved him a lot too… he would call me his princess… and he when I saw him every other weekend, he would take me out anywhere I wanted… and we always had fun… and he would tell me how proud he was of me, and how much he loved me…” Justin bites his lower lip as he listens to his sister praise Craig Taylor and he can’t help but feel bitter and a bit envious. “I know he loved you too, Justin,” Molly says suddenly. “Thanks, Molly,” Justin whispers, afraid that his voice will waver. Swallowing hard, he traces his fingertips against the cold hedge, “It would have been nice if we could’ve made some sort of peace before he died… I always thought that maybe…” he chuckles softly, “It was probably stupid, but I always thought that one day we would start talking again, and he’d actually say those things to me that he told you… he used to tell me that… he used to tell me that he loved me and that he was proud of me… but then… he didn’t want to have me as his son anymore…” he feels the tears trickle down his cheek. “And the worst part of it, was that even though I was so fuckin’ angry at him, and hated him… I loved him.” Molly nods, “I think he felt the same, Justin.” Taking a deep breath, she leans down and lets the paper glide across the current, “Goodbye Mom, Goodbye Dad…we love you.” Justin stares at the sketch of his parents slowly disappearing as he whispers, “Goodbye.”