Ezra took my hand and helped me out of the car. I wrapped my arm in his and he led me up to the entrance one step at a time. He pulled open the door for me and I stepped inside and was hit with a crowd of people gathered around images of my family. Aiden still had Jessa in his hands and was showing her and Kiera pictures.

"Do you know who that is?" He said, pointing to a framed picture.

"My Papa." Jessa said excitedly as she looked down at the old photograph.

"Yeah, that's your Papa. Do you know who that little girl is?" He asked sweetly.

She looked at him dramatically and raised her hands. She shook her head no. Kiera was smiling and stroking Aiden's back as he explained to Jessa.

"That's your Momma when she was a little girl like you." Jessa turned her head, looked at the picture and turned it back to him with her eyes and mouth open in surprise. Kiera was laughing at Jessa's overly dramatic reaction. Aiden looked over at Kiera with a twinkle in his eye. She had the same look on her face. I think Aiden had finally found his girl. I was so happy for him.

Ezra and I walked over to the trio and I reached out to touch Aiden's shoulder.

Aiden looked down at me. "You going to be ok?"

"I think so." I looked over to the pictures and saw the one Aiden pointed out. In the picture, my Dad was smiling and had me on his shoulders; my curly blond hair was a tangled mess on top of my head. I looked over and saw another one with JD holding a guitar and my Dad giving him a lesson. JD was chubbier back then and looked so intense while he looked at the strings. My Dad was smiling as he showed him how to place his fingers on the strings to play the chord.

Across the hall, my Mom was standing in front of another picture. I rubbed Aiden's shoulder and left the boys, Kiera, and Jessa to go stand with her. When I got over to her, I saw a large picture of my Mom and Dad when they were younger. My Mom had shown me this picture when I was little. I remember thumbing through the pages of the photo albums and asking her questions about them. They weren't married yet in the picture and had to be just out of high school. My Dad had his hands wrapped tightly around her waist and was looking at her like she was the only person in the world. He was smiling down at her as she looked at the camera. She sighed and crossed her arms and began rubbing them.

I placed my arms around her and laid my head on her shoulder. She leaned into me and I wrapped myself around her to hug her tightly. We stood in silence, staring at the picture. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. JD was standing behind us and wrapped us between him. We all stared at the beautiful picture that captured the beginning of our family's history. My parents had an epic love that most people didn't ever get to experience. JD and I were born from their love for one another and we both knew how lucky we were to have these two amazing people as our parents.

The pastor interrupted our moment and told us it was time for the service. The Davis clan walked hand in hand, supporting each other.

As people filled in taking their seats, I noticed the guitars sitting on stands next to the podium. They were my Dad's guitars. There were three of them, each one holding a different memory. It was a nice touch to have them here with our family today. It was sad to think his hands would never glide over the strings again.

The pastor began talking and saying the normal funeral prayers. I couldn't hear a word of it. I was staring at the closed casket wishing there was anyone else in there besides my Dad. I envisioned him walking over and standing behind us. He would be asking us what all the fuss was about and rattle off some sort of joke none of us would probably get. We would be cracking up with him anyway just because he couldn't get the rest of the joke out between breaths.

I was pulled back to reality when JD stood and went to the podium. He cleared his throat before starting to speak.

"My Dad was the best person I know. When I was little, he used to tell me to always stand up for what's right even if you're the only one standing. To be the kind of person who fought for others. He taught me everyone deserves a chance to be forgiven." JD looked over at Ezra and smiled. Ezra smiled back at him.

"My Dad had an infinite amount of wisdom for every situation, including how to pop popcorn in the microwave. You have to listen for it to stop popping and count to three. If you don't hear another pop by the time you reach three, it's done." I smiled, remembering standing by the microwave with JD and my Dad when we were little. We would excitedly count to three together every time the kernels stopped.

"He always knew what to do or say. He was my hero. One day when we were little, Riley was riding her bike for the first time on her own without training wheels. She fell off her bike and scraped her knee. I was supposed to be watching her and she got hurt. I ran over to her and helped her up and brought her in the house. I stuck a whole box of bandaids on her until she was laughing. My Dad walked in and I was scared he would be mad because I let my little sister get hurt. I started crying and he asked me what was wrong. I told him she got hurt because I was a bad brother. He laughed and said there was no way I could ever be a bad brother. He pointed to her smiling face. He told me she fell down and I picked her back up. He told me that was what being a big brother was."

"My Dad taught me what it meant to be a man, a friend, a brother, a husband, and a father. Our family may have started off small as two people who were madly in love, but it grew to so much more because of what he sacrificed for this family. Now, as Riley and I raise our beautiful children, we have to carry on my Dad's memory and hopefully pass on his legacy that he left to us. We will miss you, Dad."

I felt Ezra slide Jessa to me and I looked over a little surprised. Aiden, who was sitting on my other side, got up with him and they headed to where JD was standing. All three of them picked up one of my Dad's guitars and placed the straps over their necks.

I looked over at Anna, who was smiling and my Mom who was balling her eyes out.

"Mom." JD said softly, tearing up. "Dad told me once that this was the song that reminded him of you. This is for you."

Ezra began skillfully picking out the beautiful melody of the folk song my parents used to sing at the kitchen table. Aiden joined in rhythmically and JD plucked the counter melody. The three guitars play perfectly balanced and in sync. Aiden opened his mouth and began singing sweetly as Ezra and JD joined in to sing the harmonies at the chorus. Ezra's eyes were on me the whole time. I was weeping with the beauty of the moment. My Mom grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard. She was smiling as the tears poured down her face. I looked over and Anna was doing the same.

The song began to build to the bridge and the sound overwhelmed the small church. I could feel my Dad's presence in the room, watching us. That was the first moment I knew we would make it. My family would survive this and come out stronger in the end. We had each other. We were going to be ok.