Jedi Grand Master Luke Skywalker lay in his quarters alone thinking of the events of the last few years. From the murder of his beloved Mara at the hands of his nephew Jacon. To his exile and the fight against the most dangerous enemy he had ever faced Abeloth.
Luke missed his wife greatly still not full over her death. He wished she were still here with him. But then again Luke wished for allot of things, Like that he had gotten to get to know his parents or had more time with his masters Obi won and Yoda. He often wondered what life would had been like if his father had not fallen to the dark side, Would his mother have lived? Would he and his sister been raised together? Would his dad have been his master? Would the galaxy have done any better in The Yuuzhan Vong War if the old Jedi Order had not been destroyed?
"Should of, Could of, Would of." mumbled Luke. He knew it did no good to ponder these thoughts. "You can't change the past no matter how much I may want to."
With that final thought Luke feel into sleep not knowing that his wish had been heard. By the grandfather he never knew but was always there.