Ends And Returns It was a beautiful ceremony, as beautiful a ceremony could be for two loving parents who were now gone. I can't say I was strong, that I didn't cry. Because I'm not strong. And I did cry. There was nothing that could have made the loss less painful, less distinct. Nothing. Not even the arrival of Logan. Where once he would hold me and comfort me, the time for that was long gone. Five years of enstrangement and time apart from the household made him less approachable and every bit the lone wolf he had people thinking he was. He was unchanged and yet sadly so much so, that I nearly didn't recognize him if not for his standing in front of Jean and I. There was nothing he could say that we ourselves did not know... he was just as sad as us. Father loved Logan like his own....and we also knew that somehow...if we got through today, we would get through anything... we would be ok. "I'll go tell the Camdems the wake is to be held at the manor." Jean spoke quietly, as if her speaking, as if the weight of her words, could suddenly 'wake' them up. Nodding to Logan, she left. Leaving the awkward silence to stretch. Logan had yet to say something and giving up the assumption that he was going to say something, I turned to leave. Before I could do so, he held me. And just as easily I broke. The slight drizzle continued and the sky grew a bit darker, but neither of us moved. As he held me, and in his way, offered the only comfort he knew how... I knew we were going to be ok too.