I watched my family. My son walking around in a bed of flowers at his father's resting place, my husband watching him adoringly. While my son would always know Rafe as Daddy, when he got older he would also know about his real daddy;the man buried on our farm. It was the same farm Rafe and Danny grew up on, Rafe having inherited it from his father. I walked up behind Rafe and put my arms around him, he rubbed my hand, then walked over to my son. "Hey Danny, you wanna go flying?" The spitting image of Daniel Walker did nothing but point. He pointed to the red plane that Rafe and Danny had taken their first independent flight on, even if it was because of Rafe accidentally turning on the engine. Rafe smiled and picked him up, carrying him over to the aircraft.