Hey guys! I'm starting to get back to normal with the posting…. But it will all change soon because of school. (Joy right?)

Anyway, thank you for reading my story! And thank you Grlwithapen for being my beta!

Read, comment, enjoy!

The next day everyone was gathered around the camp getting things ready for Monk Gyatso's funeral. Suki was picking the few flowers that were blooming so high in the mountains. Sokka was carving little items to put on his grave since they didn't have a lot of his favorite things. Aang was bending a dirt hole in the ground next to the place where Monk Gyatso raised him. And Katara was using the very few materials that they had to bake a pie; because Aang had told her how much Gyatso loved to make fruit pies.

Aang smiled at the progress. "Alright gang! I think we're ready."

The rest returned the smile and nodded. They all walked over to the temple where Gyatso's body was laying and carefully dug his skeleton out from underneath the snow with damaging them. Once Gyatso was safely out from underneath the snow, everyone put their hands underneath him and lifted him up so they could carry him out of his death place.

They began walking out of the temple with Gyatso in their hands, and headed for the hole that Aang had made for his friend. No one said a word as they reached the hole and slowly lowered him in. Sokka, Suki, and Katara stood back as Aang bent dirt on top of the grave until it covered Gyatso completely. The gang left to go back to camp and get the items to put on top of the grave.

Aang stood there over the grave as tears came to his eyes. He knew that he would never get to talk to him again unless…

Aang stopped what he was doing and thrust himself to the ground, put his fists together and concentrated as he drowned out all the sound on top of the mountain. He breathed in through his eyes and out through his mouth until he was completely focused on what he was doing. He cleared his mind of everything except for Monk Gyatso and sat motionless. Suddenly, even though his eyes were closed, a bright white light blinded him. When he did open his eyes he found himself surrounded by towering trees that were covered by a yellow sky. He looked down to see that the ground was like a shallow lake with a few pebbles sitting on the bottom. He smiled at his success; he was in the spirit world.

"Avatar Roku. I need your wisdom." Aang said to the air that surrounded him. He waited until Avatar Roku slowly appeared in front of him.

"Hello Aang," he said calmly with a smile on his face. "It's good to see you. I must say I am very proud of you Aang. You have set the world at peace once more and you have also spared the Fire Lord's life."

"Actually," Aang began. "He's not Fire Lord anymore. His son, and my friend, Zuko has taken his place on the thrown."

"It is good to hear that the Fire Nation has a sane leader once more." Roku said with a smile.

"Anyway," Aang said trying not to get off topic. "I came here looking for someone."

"Who?"

"Monk Gyatso," Aang said. "My friends and I are going to give him a funeral in order to set him at rest."

"I see," Roku said bring a hand onto his face and grabbing his chin as though he were thinking. "I have heard of him…but I am unaware of his ware bouts in the spirit world. But if you are patient I would be able to perhaps look quickly through the spirit world to see if I would be able to find him."

"How long would it take?" Aang said curiously.

"A few moments."

"It would be great to see Gyatso again, are you sure you wouldn't mind?"

"Of course not Aang," Roku said. "I know your life, and I know how lose you were to him."

With that, Roku disappeared leaving Aang behind to just stand there taking in this part of the spirit world. He looked all around him, he saw glowing flowers, and holes in the ground, along with a large flat rock just barely above the water level. He walked over, took a seat and closed his eyes figuring he'd catch a moment of silence. He almost smiled at the sounds that met his ears. A bird happily chirping away in the trees, a voice that almost sounded like it was humming, and the drips of water coming from the large leaves above him.

He breathed in, then out and repeated this for what felt like an hour until he heard footsteps in front of him. He opened his eyes and smiled as tears came to his eyes. He stood and ran to the feeble and frail old man until his arms were around him in a hug.

"Hello Aang," the frail old man said as he wrapped his arms around Aang and tears came to his eyes. "I've missed you."

When Katara, Suki, and Sokka got back to Gyatso's grave they found Aang sitting on top of it. Katara walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know you miss him Aang, but he's still with you. Everything he's taught you while he was alive, he left a part of him with you. His secrets, his pies recipes, and his love."

When Aang said nothing, Katara knelt down and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "It's going to be alright Aang." When she pulled out of the hug and held him at arm's length and noticed that his eyes were closed and his arrow was glowing a bright bluish white light.

"He's in the spirit world…" Katara said putting his body to the way it was. "But what I don't understand is why? Aang wouldn't just leave in the middle of our funeral that we were putting together for Monk Gyatso…"

They all stood there in silence thinking, until a light bulb turned on in Sokka's head. "He left because he wanted to see Gyatso!"

Suki and Katara looked confused. "What?"

"Think about it," Sokka said. "Aang really missed him, so I figure while we were gone; he put the pieces of the puzzle together and realized that he could see Gyatso whenever he wanted to! That's why he's in the spirit world, because he's talking to Gyatso!"

As Katara and Suki took this into consideration, they noticed that Aang was smiling now as tears ran down his still face.

"Maybe you're right Sokka." Suki said putting a hand on Sokka's shoulder. "We should probably leave them alone."

Katara and Sokka nodded, put the items they had made in Monk Gyatso's memory on his grave, and took their leave as they left Aang behind to visit with his best friend.