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This story is a one shot of Ani's funeral.

"Little Ani," Han swallowed and wiped his eyes. "What can I say? A better mechanic than his old man, and that's saying something. For me Ani represented everything good about this galaxy, he looked the picture and acted it as well. I don't know where he got his beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes from but they made him look like a little angel, my little angel." Han paused and exchanged a look with Leia, she nodded encouragingly and half-smiled through her tears. "I personally don't know how anything as pure, clever and good as Ani ever came from me, he got all those traits from his mother, lucky him. He always had a lot to live up to from the moment he was born, the name we gave him immediately singled him out for special attention from his Uncle Luke, he lived up to all expectations and was soon everyone's 'little Jedi knight'. Strong in the Force like the twins I often felt alienated from him but he humoured me and still came to me with all his troubles. Whenever he cried I wanted to change the whole galaxy just to make it better, he was a light all of his own. The smallest star in the sky."

Once again Han paused, he had a lump in his throat and he was trying desperately not to cry, as he continued his voice shook and he couldn't stop the tears running silently down his face.

"He grew to be tall and strong, but he never lost his inquisitive nature or his innocence. I don't want to remember him as he was in the last few months, I don't want to remember the arguments we had or how unfair I was to him…" Han's voice dropped low as he fought the tears, "before he died I never got to say sorry, I regret that almost as much as I regret that his body was never recovered." He stopped and swallowed several times before he could go on; his heart ached so badly he thought it was going to stop. "So I'm not going to remember Ani as he was before he left; I'm going to remember that smiling little boy with the golden hair."

Han placed his hand on the empty coffin as they lowered it into the grave and silently said goodbye.

The Solo family and friends stood around the small grave and wept, that was it, the gravestone said it all:

Anakin Solo

Beloved son and brother

Died aged 16