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Michael Montgomery just stood there. He was in quite the shock that he was seeing his younger brother being buried six feet under. His heart was aching, but he knew this day was coming; his brother didn't have much a choice. Michael's eyes stung with tears while he listened to the preacher ramble on about his brother's soul being lifted to God. What would we do now? His brother was dead; his best friend was now gone.

However, he looked over to scan the numerous amount of people who had attended. His brother was a very well-known man. He figured a lot of people would be standing there in front of him. He stood there beside his fragil mother, who was terribly sobbing. She had lost one of her sons, that was enough heart ache for anyone.

Michael skimmed his eyes over every face until it landed on his brother's wife, Lily and their four-year-old son, James. He couldn't even imagine the pain they both must be enduring, but what could he do? He was just his brother; he couldn't help Lily nor James now. Though when the preacher had stopped talking, Michael slowly walked over to them.

"Are you going to be okay?" Michael asked Lily.