Title: Honor and Remembrance Author: Jade_Pilot Time frame: Pre- LOTF Genre: Drama Written for the Over 30 Writer’s challenge: Death of a Character The three of them stood there, huddled together like frail, wounded soldiers against the bitter solstice winds. Staring down at the newly-erected headstone, Leia’s haunted eyes took in the scant words meant to represent the life of the extraordinary man who lay below. The man who meant the very world to them. Someone should say something. Leia closed her eyes and waited for the words to come. Just the right words—the prefect words that would express the enormity of their profound loss. She was met with an intense throbbing in her chest coupled with the knowledge that her heart would never beat normally again. There simply were no words. Someone should have brought something. She grimaced at the thought of flowers laid on his newly-minted grave. Leia had had to fight for the clean-lined headstone instead of the ornate monstrosity with which the New Republic had wanted to commemorate their hero’s death. Stars, how he would’ve hated the huge ceremonial production they had planned. Leia sighed. She’d done the right thing, refusing to allow Han’s death to become an opportunity for a political agenda. Besides, nothing material could ever be a true representation of him. Someone should do something. Leis opened her eyes and looked at her two grown children, marveling at how much they resembled their father. Jacen had Han’s eyes and statue, along with a tendency at times to brood. But he didn’t have his father’s drive or recklessness. That was bestowed completely on their daughter who had his nose and stubborn chin. But, both had his full expressive lips and the ‘Solo smirk’ down to an art form. Then, without ceremony, Jacen reached into the pocket of his great coat and handed each of them a small shot glass. Jaina retrieved a bottle of Corellian whiskey from her pack and filled the stubby glasses to the top. Leia smiled. Her children. They would get her through this. Jacen and Jaina would be the key to honoring the man who had smuggled her heart from her. Silently lifting their glasses, they remembered their hero, and toasted the man that was no more.