A/N: This entry is well over 300 words, but I needed all of them. Warning...this one is set about 50 years in the future...and it's sad...

Parker was sitting alone with his drink, trying to gather his thoughts. It was hard to believe they were both really gone. He'd been convinced they were invincible after everything they'd gone through together, but the ravages of time couldn't be defeated forever...not even by a special agent and a genius scientist.

Bones had managed her failing memory with her usual honesty. If she couldn't remember something, she'd say so. Eventually, it was almost all gone….everything she knew, everything she'd done, everything she'd written. Parker's dad had said it was okay...he remembered enough for both of them.

Then the dreaded day came. Bones didn't recognize her husband anymore. Parker remembered hearing the devastation in his father's voice when he called. Bones had been his father's reason for living...and she couldn't even remember his name.

Things went downhill fast, and Parker began the grieving process. He knew in his heart that when Bones died, his father wouldn't last long, and he'd been right. Booth followed his beloved Bones a day later….he couldn't stand to live without her.

"Ready, Sweetheart?" Meredith had come to get him.

"Yeah...I guess." They walked into the crowded reception room.

"Good afternoon", Parker began, trying to keep his emotions in check. "My sisters and brothers have asked me to speak to you about our parents. I've thought a long time about what to say… about their adventures and exploits, their urge to seek truth and justice at all costs, their many special abilities...but when it comes right down to it, what we should remember about them is their love. They loved each other recklessly, intensely, with abandon, without reservation and without judgment….and they loved all of us the same way. We, in turn, learned to love others with that same reckless intensity." Parker brushed tears away. "That is their legacy...more than anything else….their ability to love. We were all blessed to have experienced that love, and we can honor them best by giving that love to others. So please join me in a toast to the memories of Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan. They taught us how to love, and how to live."

A/N 2: This entry ends this microfiction series. The rest of the entries were combined into longer stories. However, if anyone out there has suggestions for additional stories, let me know, and I'll see what I can do. Thank you for all the nice reviews. Laura