I felt my anger grow when I saw the shocked look on Franks moms face.
"Frank," I start, "Franklin Anthony Iero was the best person I had ever met and I was lucky enough to get to know him. You would say the same thing if you were me. All he ever wanted was to be noticed, needed...wanted. No one ever showed him that respect, though he very well deserved it. He never felt loved...by anyone. I was stupid enough, even blind enough to not have seen this myself. The depression, I mean. He wanted to love and be loved, don't we all? No one loved him the way he wanted. I regret this everyday. I did love him...I do love him. But he wanted love, not just from someone like me, but from his mother. All he would say was how he wanted his mother to love him. And she never did." I voice begins to choke up. "I would die everyday for Frank if it would bring him back...but it won't....it just won't..."
A blank stare and silence spread through the church. People began to cry. Gerard stands up. He waves a letter in his hand, "Frank wanted you to have this Mrs. Iero." Gerard makes his way up and hands her the letter. She reads it in silence.
I watch as Mrs. Iero slowly breaks down and begins to cry, "I love you too Frankie..." She whispers.
I burst into tears as Gerard hugs me. I wished Frank was here...just to have heard the words he had been dying to hear his whole life...I love you...