The grief just overflowing.
The sadness just overpowering.
What do you do...when that just hits you?
Luke sat back and thought about the fatal night. He was sitting up, worrying about Noah and Danny when he got that phonecall from Margo, asking him to come down to the police station. He will never forget it, hearing that his husband and son had been in a car accident and his husband had been drinking. He will never forget having to go to the morgue and identify his son's body. He will never forget, uttering the words "How could you?" to Noah's comatose form. He will never forget, having to tell Hannah and Lisa that their little brother was dead and never coming back. He will never forget any of it.
It had been six weeks since Danny's death. Noah was still in a coma and Luke actually hoped he wouldn't come out it, he was so angry at him for causing danny's death. Of course, Luke felt guilty for feeling that way because of Hannah and Lisa. But how do you forgive someone for causing the death of your child?
Lisa and Hannah were devastated by Danny's death and even in their tender 10 and 12 year old minds, they still understood that it was their father's fault for his death. They prayed that Noah would wake up so they could hug their father and tell him that they forgave him. They just hoped that they convince their other daddy to forgive Noah too.
Lisa looked up from her homework when she saw Hannah enter the kitchen.
"Hey, Han," said Lisa. Hannah smiled and headed for the fridge.
"God, I am so hungry lately. I don't know what's the matter with me," said the twelve year old.
"I don't know either. I haven't known for a long time," said Lisa smiling. She squealed suddenly when she felt a quick trail of cold go down her back. Hannah had just stuffed an icecube down the back of her shirt. Hannah laughed.
"Ha, ha, smarty," she said. Lisa laughed too.
"It feels good to laugh. It's been a while," said Lisa. Hannah nodded.
"I know. What time is Dad getting home?" asked Hannah sitting down across the table from Lisa.
"I don't know. I think he was going to go visit Papa after he got out of work," said Lisa.
"Why would he? He hates Papa now. He blames Papa," said Hannah as she opened her soda.
"Papa was drinking when Danny died," muttered Lisa.
"I know. I just wish Dad would forgive Papa so he would wake up. I really miss him," said Hannah.
"I do too," said Lisa.
"I'm home!" came Luke's call. Hannah and Lisa both got up from the table and walked out into the livingroom to greet Luke.