She stared into nothing for what seemed like hours, but she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. Yes logically she knew that as a Jedi, as a keeper of the peace there would always be casualties, but it was hard to accept that one or probably more had come at the hands of her second born.
Every time she heard the Jedi mentioned she listened for his name, but it was three years before she saw him again. It was a beautiful day, and she was only inside to get a drink, and of course turn off the holo her grandson had left on. That's when she saw him. It was a report on a successful treaty on a planet she had never heard of by one Obi-Wan Kenobi. A candid shot of her son kneeling in front of the same little boy from three years before. He was inspecting a large cut on the child's arm, his concern was obvious, and she suddenly wondered if this boy might be her grandson. The reporter babbled on in the background, but all she could see was her child and the boy. Obi-Wan cleaned the cut and said something to make the child laugh, and then he smiled. That smile that she hadn't seen in twenty five years nearly brought her to her knees, and for the first time in years she wept for him.
She had recorded that report, and she watched it constantly. Obi-Wan was so grown up, and she had missed it all. She often wondered as she watched about him. What was he saying, what made him laugh, and who was the boy he was talking to? All these questions she would likely never have answers for and she had no one to blame for that except of course herself.
She had ruled out the child as her grandson. She knew little of the Jedi, but what she had been able to learn was that this order did not marry, did not have children.
Every time she heard the newscaster mention the Jedi she turned to look. She heard his name occasionally. He was the Jedi that had helped one culture or another out of whatever situation had been so dire they needed the help of the Jedi. On those days she heard his name she would stare at the holo for hours hopping to get a glance at him. The Jedi unfortunately where not the type to bask in the glory of their accomplishments, so the next time she saw his face it had changed a bit.
It was late, and she had been hearing reports of a war in the Republic, but war and its horror stories were not something that interested her. It wasn't until she saw his face that she began to pay attention. He would be thirty six now, and he was sporting shoulder length hair, and still had that beard that covered his handsome face. The boy was standing beside him, grown now, and radiating the confidence of a warrior. Obi-Wan was being called "The Negotiator," and she couldn't help but feel proud that he was a voice of reason in all of the destruction going on in the galaxies. Her son was clearly uncomfortable in the spotlight. She smiled as he pushed the young man into answering the questions of the press. The boy was filled with youthful energy, and answered their questions with great exuberance. She smiled at the boy, but it wasn't until she heard a soft voice in the background that she broke out into a full grin. Obi-Wan had spoken. It was one simple word spoken in warning to the boy. Anakin; it was a warning to slow down, and the first time she had heard her child speak in over three decades. Her happiness was short lived when he led Anakin from the cameras, and left quickly in a speeder. It was then she realized it was the first time she had heard that child's name. A boy that was clearly connected to her own son, and she had never heard his name until today.