“I’m sorry for your loss, Jack,” she offered.
“Thank you,” I said, crouching down to the window and peering over her to the driver’s seat. “Thanks for coming, Rob,” I said, acknowledging my ex-wife’s husband.
“Very sorry,” he replied with a nod.
I glanced into the back seat and saw my daughter.
“Come on, Lace,” I beckoned. “You’re with us.”
Reina dropped my hand and opened the door for my daughter. Lacey climbed out of the car and I took her hand in mine before reclaiming Reina’s. With my two girls at my side I climbed the hill to lay my brother to rest.
We circled the coffin as the priest opened his bible and made the sign of the cross. Believers followed suit and copied the priest’s actions while I bowed my head and kept my hands at my sides. I wasn’t sure about my beliefs and if they rested with God. I didn’t know if I was his son or if I was who my cut labeled me, a Satan’s Knight.
“We gather here to commend our brother Daniel Parrish to God our Father and to commit his body to the earth…” the priest began.
After Reina was home safe and sound; Blackie was admitted into the hospital albeit in a coma. I returned the medical examiner’s call and claimed my brother’s remains. I honored him as I knew him, as Daniel Parrish, my brother. The boy I teased as a child, the young man I tried to look after and do the right thing by after our parents died. The brother that held my son when he was born and called my daughter, Princess Lacey as he gave her piggy back rides…the brother I missed.
I stood back and watched as the brothers I chose circled Danny’s coffin, each one of them resting a hand against the mahogany.
A moment of silence for my fallen brother.
“Ay,” Pipe said, breaking the silence, the men dropping their hands from my brother’s coffin.
Anthony and his wife were next to pay Danny his final respects.
Bianci, an unlikely brother I never expected to find.
Life was full of surprises.
I smiled at Adrianna, who was finally starting to show off her tiny belly.
Life was good when you had the right people in your life.
Grace Pastore stepped in front of me as her daughter stepped aside.
“I’m sorry, Jack,” she said as she embraced me. “Vic sends his condolences,” she added.
She pulled away, and I saw the same thing I saw in her eyes when she showed up at my clubhouse: I’ll take care of yours, because you’ve taken care of mine.
“Thanks, Grace,” I said softly.
I went to take Reina’s hand again, but she moved to the coffin, resting a hand against the wood and bowed her head.
“Thank you,” she whispered, before bowing her head and touching her lips gently to the top of the casket. I shoved my hands in my pocket and gave her a moment. I realized how grateful I was to Reina for hanging onto my brother when his soul left this earth.
I felt her arms wrap around me and I lifted my eyes to hers.
“You going to say goodbye?” She asked softly.
“Yeah, give me a minute?”
She stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips to mine.
“Take two,” she whispered, before leaving me to my privacy.
I remained frozen once I was alone, unable to take those few steps to say goodbye. I suppose it was mainly because I had already said goodbye to Danny all those years ago when he visited me at Ryker’s and bid me farewell.
But still, a part of me wished for one last meeting. One last tackle, one last joke, one last wet willy.
I don’t know if I’ll ever have that encounter again. I don’t know if Danny and I are destined to go to the same place once life is over but one could hope, right?
“See you on the other side, brother,” I said.
Just one last encounter.
“Jack?”
I turned around, startled by the voice and looked back at Connie.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but Rob has to go back to work, and I wanted to give this to you before I left,” she explained, holding up a white envelope.
“What is it?” I asked, taking what she offered and turning it over to see it was sealed.
“When you went away Danny paid me a visit,” she began, pausing a beat. “I don’t know what’s inside. It was sealed when he handed it to me but he told me to give it to you if something should ever happen to him.”
I dropped my gaze to the envelope before taking a deep breath and slipping it into my back pocket.
“Thanks, Connie,” I whispered.
“Welcome,” she replied, before reaching out and giving my shoulder a squeeze. She moved to step around me but stopped in her tracks and lifted her eyes to mine. “I know it wasn’t your fault,” she whispered, her eyes glistening back at mine. “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like it was.”
She dropped her hand from my shoulder and I felt a load lifted from me as she walked away. The grief we shared no longer taunting me.
I turned on my heel and walked down the hill, glancing over to my left, watching as Connie looked back at me and smiled before she climbed into the car and closed the door.