Two Years Later

"Mommy? Who was that?"

Shara laid a bundle of wildflowers on the ground. She turned away from the stone pillar and towards her son, "That was your uncle, Little Peanut." She smiled and picked up the young boy.

"Why is he dead, Mommy?"

Shara glanced back at the tombstone, "He died saving me."

"Do you miss him?" her son asked innocently.

Shara planted a kiss on his soft forehead, "I do, Sammy. I do very much."

Sammy tilted his head to the side, "What was his name?"

"His name was Sam..."

"Like mine!" Sammy interrupted.

Shara just chuckled, "Yes, dear, like yours. In fact, your daddy and I decided to name you after him." She instinctively held her young son tighter.

"Shara! Sammy!" A voice yelled to them from across the meadow.

"Coming, dear!" Shara shouted back. She began walking towards the voice with Sammy in her arms.

When she came to him, she smiled and they kissed once.

"Why hello, my beautiful wife." he greeted Shara.

Shara laughed quietly, "Well hello. Is dinner ready, Michil?"

Michil nodded, his eyes twinkling.

Sammy reached out his arms towards Michil, "Daddy, can you carry me?"

He grinned, "Okay, Buddy." he pulled Sammy from Shara's arms and lifted him up to his shoulders. Shara turned with him and started walking towards a small cottage about a mile away.

She held his free hand tightly and smiled to herself. Everything was going to be okay. Sam had succeeded.