The disclaimer is and always will be I dont own em and never made a plug nickel off em. Wish I did. This is a series of stories where Ezras a child and the remaining seven are adults. In a Modern universe where the boys are working in Chris and Bucks 4C agency as private investigators, bounty hunters and body guards. This fic-let takes place after "What's in a name?" 10/27/01
Saying goodbye before having a chance to say hello. It didnt seem fair, not fair at all under the warm summer sun the morning they stood in front of the headstone that bore their mothers name. The normally reserved Ezra wept quietly as he gently placed flowers upon the well-kept grave as he held tightly to Tillys hand. When he told her where he had wanted to go the young woman almost balked she almost suggested he ask Mr. Larabee. Why her? But she knew and silently berated herself for even thinking such thing. The simple truth she was his sister and this was important to him because even if she hadnt known her mother Ezra had. How could she be selfish after all he had been through so she agreed to go with out asking why. Slipping away from the ranch after the young woman left a note for Chris, the siblings had stopped at a florist where Tilly patiently waited as her younger brother looked through the copious supply of floral arrangements. Finally thirty minutes later he decided on a bouquet of Lilacs, without a word she paid for them and followed him as he carried them out to the car.
A word with the groundskeeper had directed them to Sarah Larabees resting place. There they stood for ten long minutes not moving as Tilly watched as silent tears fell down Ezras face before he placed the delicate fragrant flowers in the weathered metal vase at the base of the stone marker when he sat down and carefully began to trace the carved letters.
The young woman joined him on the soft green grass unable to look at him as he quietly spoke, found herself staring at the words.
Sarah Anne Larabee
Beloved wife and daughter
Tilly was almost afraid to breathe. She had been there in the aftermath she also remembered the long days that followed and how traumatizing it all had been. Ezra looked up for a moment as she tensed and knew what she must be thinking.
From before I remember from before the way she smelled like Lilacs she used to read to me Matilda was my favorite some how I remembered . Thats
And thats why you call me Tilly
Ezra only nodded, he wanted her to understand. It had been hard for her. She never seemed to say much to Chris and those conversations were awkward.
You look like her
Tilly could see he was struggling to find the words, for once he didnt know what to say moreover he seemed afraid and it dawned on her why.
Dont worry Runt Im not going to give up. You cant get rid of me that easy this family thing is well its hard. I am going to promise you Im not going to leave again not like before
Ezra tightened his grip on her hand and she returned the hold as she looked up and smiled. The boy turned around to see Chris Larabee slowly walking down the gravel path towards them finally stopping next to the headstone.
Got your message.
He quietly said after he came to a halt. Chris had been surprised at first by what it said. Gone to the cemetery to visit with Sarah. He quickly realized why they had gone together, they had lost their mother long ago and wanted to finally pay their respects.
Tilly managed a slight smile as she replied.
Pretty flowers she would like them
Chris noticed the lilacs.
They were her favorites
Ezra looked up at Chris with a tear stained face as he spoke.
You two want to join me for breakfast?
The pair nodded simultaneously and Ezra quickly stood up brushing the freshly cut grass from his pants while Tilly took a moment longer staring at the grave marker at the small brass plate inscribed with a simple poem.
Let your spirit soar
To new heights
Pursue new dreams
While remembering the old
On towards tomorrow
Cast off the dread of past mistakes
The fear of new horizons
While walking towards your place in the sun
Revel in lifes mystery
And smile the journey is never done.
Larabee had turned around and called out as he stepped away with a hand resting lightly on Ezras shoulder.
Yes Pops Im coming
Tilly smirked as Ezra giggled at the use of the name. She stood up and found herself the recipient of a half-hearted glare from her father. Oh this was going to be interesting because the journey had only just begun.