Never thought that I would be sad to see one of Druk's crazy self portraits. So vibrant and colorful. I could only hope that how he painted is how he saw the world. All of us gathered here sitting in a cemetery. The coffin lowered down. I knew it was his time, I knew it was going to happen. 

"You doing okay?" I hear and look at Bolin. His face wrinkled with concern.

"No, not at all but I've got to stay strong for his family." I say as I look over to the sea of red head family members. 

"You know, I never thought it would end like this." Bolin says and I nod my head.

"Neither did I." I say and stand up and walk over to his family. As I approach they stand up and all hug me.

"Thank you." His mother says and I nod.

"It should be me who is thanking you." I say and she cries into my arms.

"Thank you for making him so happy." She sobs into my shoulder and I just hold her.

"I wanted to ask you something." I say and she nods her head.

"What is it." She asks and I give her a piece of paper.

"It's not finalized but here's what we were thinking." I say and she opens the paper and it read Johnson Druk (Your Last Name). She smiles and laughs with pain. She nods her head and gives back the paper.

"Thank you,"