Han Solo's p.o.v continued

Chasing angels, hold your breath and close your eyes. A peaceful quiet exit, your slow painless farewell, Euthanasia. A realm of no return, your endless deep sleep. Nevermind me, Ever present wind of change. X marks the spot where you gave up the ghost and now rest undisturbed. I miss you, but I know you are in a much better place. There is distance between us and yet I can feel your presence.