Title: The Father?s Grave Author: Briannakin Timeframe: Post-FOTJ Characters: Allana Solo Genre: Introspection, Angst, Vignette Author's Notes: I?ve had this in my head since I visited my father's grave for the first time in October, but it took me awhile to have the courage to write it out and even longer to post it. It isn't very sad, but it is very meaningful for me. Allana?s relationship with her father is similar to mine with my own father. Disclaimer: The galaxy belongs to George, not me, sadly. They think he was a monster. They never say it out loud, but they never remember the happy times. Were there any happy times? They never talk to me about him and I don?t bring him up any more. I stopped when I heard my grandpa crying in the refresher after I asked a simple question about him one dinner time. I stopped when I saw the hollowness in my grandmother?s eyes. They prefer not to remember him at all. He did many bad things, this I know and accept. He kidnapped me. He tried to kill my grandparents and his own sister. He succeeded in killing many, including the only woman my great uncle loved and my Grandpa Isolder. He was a Sith. Does this make him a monster? I don?t think so. Does a monster use his last breath to save his daughter? No. Maybe this the idealistic wishing of a girl not wanting to admit her father was a monster. Maybe I?ve been hanging around my Uncle Luke too much. I don?t remember him well. I simply remember the kind man who visited me from time to time. Maybe that is because that is how I want to remember him. He kidnapped me, I know and remember this, but I still only remember him as that kind man. He was a kind man. A kind man who made hideous mistakes. I will not make his mistakes. I will not do that harm to my family. I will not tear out my own heart. I will not bring about my own demise. I promise myself this as I kneel in front of a gravestone - it took me hours to find it, here, in a small clearing, hidden deep in the woods of Hapes. No one knows I?m here. All that remains of him lays here, under the rich soil are his ashes. I run my hands over the markings for the first time in my life: Jacen Han Solo - Lest We Forget. At least they used his real name. My father?s real name. I grab the soil as I begin to cry. I am all that is left of a man. I am the legacy of a misunderstood man. A man only I remember. I miss him. End.