The View From Here Page #7

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(thundering crashing)

- Grandma.

- Mark, I'm so glad you came.

- Of course.

- He can't talk, but I

think he can hear us.

- Is this the son?

- This is my grandson, Mark.

- He's heavily sedated,

but you can sit with him

if you'd like.

- That's okay.

- You can talk to him.

It can help.

- I think that's wonderful.

I'll be outside in the hall.

- You don't have to.

- I'll give you some time.

- Thank you.

She said you can hear me,

but why would you start

listening now, right?

So I'm just going to stand

here for a few minutes,

and then I'm gonna open

the door and let her

back in the room because I

have nothing to say to you.

I'm here for her just

so you understand that.

(machine beeping)

You don't look good.

I guess this is what I

have to look forward to.

It's not really fair.

Mom was so pretty, but who do I look like?

I wonder do you ever see

pictures of me and think

wow it's like I'm looking in a mirror?

I guess it goes both ways.

(thunder crashing)

I'll sit down for a minute.

Just a minute.

(machine beeping)

Well here we are, pop.

I keep having this dream

about Gillian and I.

And, we're walking in the woods.

(strange ethereal music)

And, she's holding my

hand, and all of a sudden,

she runs ahead of me.

And, I try to go after

her, but I can't catch up.

She's too far ahead.

No matter how hard I try, how fast I run,

I can't catch her.

And, it's weird because I've

never been there with her.

I've only been there one

time, and it was with you.

You remember that?

Of course you do.

I was so little I could

barely keep up with you.

Or, maybe it was the

other way around maybe.

Maybe you couldn't keep up with me.

But, then you took me to a quiet place

so we could talk.

That's where you told me mom was dead.

And, then you didn't say anything.

You just stood there and let me cry.

Then you walked back to the car.

I've never felt so alone in all my life.

Felt like I was there for hours.

Those trees getting

longer and longer, scary.

I felt so alone.

I've always felt like that.

(strange ethereal music)

- [Priest] We take Jesus at his word

and trust that he will

take Bruce to a room

in the Father's house.

God is all merciful.

God is the father of mercies.

God does not make a judgment of us

based on only one part of our life.

God makes a judgment of us based

on all of our life.

Bruce lived a good life

always wanting the best

for his family.

God will see that good nature in Bruce

and reward him for it.

His death breaks our

hearts, but we trust in God.

And, we leave him now in God's hands.

Now let us pray.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph

I give you my heart

and my soul.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph

assist me in my last agony.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph

may I breath forth my soul

in peace with you.

Into your hands, oh Lord,

I commend my spirit.

Lord Jesus, receive my soul, amen.

- How long are you gonna stay out here?

- Something I gotta know.

Why did you come?

Two years.

I haven't seen you in two years.

I never said a good thing about him.

Why would you come to the

funeral of a man you never met?

- Your grandmother invited me.

It sounds selfish, but I guess

I just wanted to sit there

and listen to all the

stories about the man

who had a crazy life, lots of friends,

and so many accomplishments, but messed up

what could've been the

best part of himself.

You were his greatest accomplishment,

and he never knew you.

I guess I just feel lucky

because I didn't have you

for very long, but the

time that I did have you,

it meant the world to me.

And, I guess I just

wanted to say thank you,

and that I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry too.

I'm sorry for everything.

(sad music)

- I should go.

- Gill, wait.

Look I know that you're with somebody.

I just think we should go

somewhere, and we should talk.

If we could maybe sit down

and just have a coffee.

I'm not asking for the world here.

I just need an hour to explain to you

how I feel.

- Mark, I can't.

- I'm not over you, not even close.

I don't know how to be.

I go to bed every night.

I call out to you, and

I just keep thinking

you're just gonna answer.

- Mark please, please.

- [Mark] I just wonder if

maybe you feel the same way,

or you might--

- I'm pregnant.

(sad music)

I'm gonna be a mom.

(sad music)

- I'm very happy for you.

(sad music)

- [Jeremy] Hey.

You okay?

- Yeah I'm fine.

We can go home.

(piano music)

- [Narrator] Eight months

later, Gillian gave birth

to a seven pound baby girl.

She name her Naomi for her mother.

And, the empty feeling she

felt that day in the park

was filled by a dream

she didn't know she had.

As time passed, she thought

less and less about Mark.

But, every so often, she would read

about popular restaurants and

top chefs in the Bay Area.

Mark Mathison was always on the list.

(piano music)

- Hey look at you doing here.

Don't you have a life

outside of this place?

- I come here when I can't sleep.

You know just so I can make something.

- You don't have a kitchen at your place.

- Have you seen my apartment?

- No.

- You should come by sometime.

I mean to see the kitchen.

I'm sorry about your dad.

I heard he was great chef.

- He was.

He was a lot better than me.

- You're too modest.

(happy music)

- What are you making?

- I don't know yet.

My sister, she sends me

these apples from Washington.

They're the best.

But, I haven't decided what

I'm going to do with them yet.

Do you want to help me?

(happy music)

- I would love to.

(happy music)

(galloping horses)

- [Child] Guards!

(kids laughing)

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