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Author's Note
: The life of the Twins continues. Sorry for how long it took this time. First, my desktop crashed, motherboard, then the power supply crapped out. Took a week for the motherboard and a month for the replacement power supply. Besides, writing is a fickle task... you don't always get to write about what you want. So, my apologies.
Part 14 ~~~~~
The wake was brutal on Eileen and the twins. She cried the entire time Slater let her stay at the funeral home. The day before the wake, he had called both nannies and told them they had the job. Then he told them the bad news. They both rushed over to help with the children. They each brought a suitcase with clothes. In effect, they moved into the Carlson house. They both had their own cars so they could take the children back and forth to school, the funeral home, and home. They helped a lot by keeping them out of Slater's and Eileen's hair. Karen was a ghost. She disappeared when the two girls arrived. Slater found her in the basement. Sitting on an old chair.
"Are you okay, Karen?" Slater asked, standing next to her.
"Yes. I just needed to be alone for a spell," she replied, turning her face away from her brother.
"There is no shame in crying."
"I know. I just don't want you to see me all ugly," said Karen.
Squatting down, Slater took Karen in his arms. He pressed his lips to her neck. Karen sighed when she felt his lip.
"You are always beautiful, sweetheart," Slater whispered.
Karen started to cry again. Slater held her gently whispering his love for her in her ear. Turning, Karen wrapped him in her arms. Slater held her for a long time. Then, picking her up, he carried her upstairs to her room. He laid her on her bed, kissed her on the forehead, pulled the cover-up over her, and left her to work through her sorrow. Mom was coming out of her bedroom, as Slater was leaving Karen's.
"Is she all right?" Mom asked.
"She is. Just tired and distraught."
"How are you doing, my son?" Eileen asked.
"I'm fine, right now. Come Saturday, I don't know how I'll be," Slater replied. "How are you mom?"
"Like you. Fine for now but, who knows about tomorrow."
Nodding Slater hugged his mom tightly. She hugged her son back.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," Slater replied.
~~~ Twins ~~~
The days that followed were hectic. Mom, Slater, and Karen took shifts at the funeral home. At night for the last three hours, the home was open, they were all there. Cami, Beth, Emily, Carl, and Troy were there also. The wake was only for two nights. Family, lots of their family showed up trying to console and comfort Eileen, Karen, and Slater. They were very grateful for them all to have come and to have expressed their condolences.
The day of the funeral, everyone was up early. Cami and Beth fixed breakfast, then went to get dressed. When they come out, everyone was done. They sat and ate. Then went to clean up.
"No, no, you two will not be maids," Eileen said sternly. "Go help the little one get ready. We'll leave this until later. Now skedaddle."
Cami and Beth both nodded herding the children down the hall to get ready. Slater had showered the prior night, so he went to his room and dressed in his Sunday best. Karen went to her room to dress. Eileen went to the bathroom to shower. Once the little ones were dressed, Slater and Karen watched them along with Cami and Beth. They all sat in the living room waiting for Eileen.
"Slater, my car, everyone will fit in there..."
"There's a limo waiting out front for us, Mom," Slater said.
"Oh! Will we all fit?" Eileen asked.
"Yes, Mom."
"Well, then let's go," she said.
They arrived at the church. Eileen got out first, stepping aside, looking across the street. She was crying. Karen was next out. She was crying as she stood aside so Slater could get out. He turned to his mother and took her in his arms. The children got out with Cami and Beth. They stood there watching their mother and Karen. Emily walked up to Karen. Took Karen's hand in her little one.
"Don't cry Karen, Dad has gone to a good place. He will be with us always," Emily said softly.
Karen bent down picking up Emily in her arms, giving her a gentle hug. She cried even harder. Setting Emily down, she squatted taking first Carl then Troy into her arms and telling them she loved them. She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and stood looking down at the three children. Smiling, she nodded. Slater was beside her with Mom on his arm. Karen took his other offered arm and they started up the sidewalk to the church. Cami and Beth followed with the other children in hand. The minister met them at the door.
"I'm so sorry for your loss, Eileen," he said softly taking Eileen's hand in his.
"Thank you, George, that's very kind of you," Eileen replied.
"And you two, I'm so sorry for your loss also," he said.
"Thank you, Pastor," Slater replied.
"Thank you, Pastor," Karen said.
"And who do we have here? Is this Emily? My, my you are getting bigger all the time my dear child. And Troy and Carl, you two have grown. I'm so sorry for your loss dear children," the Pastor said.
"Thank you, Pastor," Emily replied.
Carl and Troy just nodded as they held Beth's hands. Then Pastor walked them all down to the front row. The kids went in first with Cami and Beth. Karen, then Slater with Eileen last so she could sit at the aisle. The Pastor then went up front and stood behind the casket looking sad. He spun around quickly and went to the podium. He stood waiting for everyone to quiet down. When everyone was seated and quietly looking up at him, he started.
"Jordan was a very good friend. Not only to me but, to a host of others in our community. He also had a loving family. A very loving family, who will miss him a great deal, as will I and all of you.
"Eileen has asked me to keep today short but, how can you not stand here and praise such a wonderful man, husband, father, and friend. Several people have asked to speak today. I have only told one of them he can. Slater, would you please come up and say what is in your heart?"
The Pastor stood waiting while Slater walked up to the podium.
"Again, I'm so sorry for your loss, young man," said the Pastor.
"Thank you, sir," Slater said stepping up behind the podium.
Looking over the mass of faces looking up at him, he coughed, cleared his throat, and took a deep breath.
"My father loved me. I know he loved me. I know he knew I loved him. My father was a great man to me and my family. I will miss him tremendously. My sister Karen wanted me to say this for her... 'I love you, daddy.'"
Slater stopped looking down at Karen. She was smiling as tears rolled down her cheek. Nodding Slater continued.