Title: Happy Mother's Day, Mom
Tears welled up in JD's eyes as he looked at the picture in his hand. It was taken just before she had gotten sick and, boy, did she look beautiful! Even Buck would approve, he was sure.
Buck! JD suddenly thought, jumping to his feet. He got up and left the room that had been his sanctuary all week. He hadn't been out of it all week, he had been avoiding everyone, not wanting them to see his pain. But now he realized he had been going about this all wrong. After all, misery loves company. And if anyone would know how JD was feeling, it would be Buck. Not that losing a mother was easy for any of the other seven, but they just didn't have the kind of childhood Buck and JD had. That was there common bond. Both of their mothers had been considered by many to be social outcasts. Both had only their mother to raise them.
JD stepped out of the boarding house into the rain. Geez, it's really pouring today. JD watched as a streak of lightning flashed through the sky. At least it fits my mood, he thought wryly.
JD figured he had a good idea where Buck was. It was where JD himself would have gone if he hadn't been in such a depressed mood on Mother's Day.
JD slowly walked into the church. It was very dark, but the soft glow of a single candle on the alter allowed JD to see Buck sitting in the first pew, his head bowed. Buck didn't acknowledge that he knew JD was there, so JD walked over and sat in a pew across the aisle from where Buck was. It gave them the much needed space, but at the same time giving each other the comfort they needed at this time.
They both sat quietly as the minutes passed. The only sound was the pattering of the rain on the roof and the occasional clap of thunder. The only light being the soft glow of a single candle and the flashes of lightning.
"She was a Saint," Buck softly said suddenly, as if someone had suggested otherwise.
"I know," JD replied simply, knowing it was all that Buck wanted to hear.
They both lapsed into silence again. Back to their morose thoughts. Each of them thinking about the good times. Each remembering the bad.
"Come on, kid," Buck said, getting up to leave. "No use staying here all night."
Buck waited for JD to get up and slowly walk down the aisle. He placed a reassuring hand on JD's shoulder.
"It gets easier, son. It don't ever go away, but it gets easier," he said, with the knowledge of someone who's been through it.
JD nodded. God, how it hurt though! How he missed her, wished she was here.
As they got to the door, JD suddenly pulled away from Buck. "You go on ahead. There's something I have to do first."
Buck nodded respectfully. He knew how it had been the first Mother's Day without his own mother.
"If you need me, I'll be right outside," he whispered softly, shutting the door behind him.
JD turned and slowly made his was back to the alter. He took a deep breath and picked up the single lighted candle.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom," he said softly, his wide hazel eyes filling with tears as he lighted a candle for his beloved mother.
"I love you."
JD turned and slowly walked out of the church, this time not looking back.