Daniel could at least tell everyone that he passed peacefully in his sleep. Meanwhile, he held himself together like a man, handling the funeral arrangements himself like a son would for his father, because that's what Mr. Miyagi had been to him.

When things quieted down, he drove back out to his grave marker. "I'm not sure how I'm gonna handle things without you," he admitted, sitting on his knees. "But you said the bonsai chooses its own way to grow when the root is strong."

Setting the bonsai tree down, he pulled his gardening tools out of his pocket.