When A Loved One Dies: A Star Wars Rebels Story

Funeral

Hera's funeral is today. Everyone one dressed in their nicest clothes, so most people just wore what they usually had on. Kanan, however, dressed in a tux and left his eye mask behind. He held little toddler Maarchje's hand and the growing child and him walked out of the Ghost and stopped at the statue of Hera. It was her grave stone, with the words, "Fly high Hera. A little less attitude and a little more altitude." Almost everyone was there.

But then, they weren't. It was as if God had been watching them, so he decided to cry, which started the rare rain. The funeral ended shortly afterward and everyone retreated back inside buildings and ships. Everyone, except for Kanan and Maarchje. Kanan stood there, with his hand on Maarchje's back as she hug his leg and buried her face into the fabric. Kanan picked her up and held her close. The soft sounds of Maar-Maar's sobbing was all Kanan heard when he looked up into the gray sky. Letting the rain fall into his scar lines, he said ever so softly, "Why'd you have to leave us?"