Mo.

The church is quiet. Everyone walks in and sits down. The way that the room feels is surreal. Dirk can't peel his eyes away from Morgan's casket and picture. The large group of fans that had gathered outside all cry out and his heart breaks even more.

Dallas: You okay pops? Dirk: No but... But, I will be. Drew: *cries* Denim: *fights to hold it together*

Dirk hasn't let his kids see him cry since the entire ordeal happened but he feels so helpless looking at how broken his kids are. It's time for him to address the crowd and give Morgan's Eulogy.

Dirk scans the audience and sighs loudly. His heart is falling apart and he looks down at the page of notes that he wrote.

Dirk: It's crazy how someone you know becomes some that you knew.

Dirk looks over at Morgan's coffin and then up at the ceiling to blink away tears.

Dirk: Morgan leaves a void... *voice cracking* that will never, ever be filled. I am so glad that I got 28 magical, beautiful years with her. We had a literal team of kids. *laughs*

The audiences laughs with them and their sniffles fill his ears. He can't hold his tears then and begins to cry as he turns to her portrait.

Dirk: Well Morgan. Although it feels like life without you by my side isn't possible, I will feel your presence forever. We love you girl. Your memory will live on forever within us all. *Cries* Until we meet again, my love.

As he takes his seat, his mom reaches forward and puts her hand on his shoulder. Throughout the funeral, he makes sure that he comforts all of his kids.

The ceremony was beautiful. As they have their final moment of silence at Morgan's grave. Everyone begins to disperse and walk away back toward the cars. Drew stays behind and lets out one final cry for her mother.

Drew: Bye-bye, Mommy. I... I love you.

She turns and walks away with her heart still at the grave. Her brothers and dad meet her half-way where they all hug. They vow to always have each other's backs and to always love each other... The way that their mother loved them.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost