another story using rain/flowers as the prompt - also used the song, Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain as inspiration.
Crying in the Rain
It was raining, a light mist, like the sky was softly crying. Leia thought that was quite appropriate, although she had already shed so many tears no more would come.
The former Princess, now in her eighties, walked down the long aisle with her twin children on either side supporting her, and her youngest son and Chewbacca trailing respectfully behind her. This was the same aisle she'd walked down once before, so many, many years ago. That time Han had been waiting for her near the officiate, Carlist Reeikan. She could clearly remember Han standing there, looking so handsome, with a big smile plastered on his face. Now he was waiting again, only he was no longer standing. His body lay in repose, surrounded by masses of beautiful flowers. If he were still here, Leia thought, he'd find that rather amusing. Han never was one to care much for flora, although he had been quick to purchase his wife flowers at every opportunity.
Arriving at the front podium, Leia gazed down at her husband. Even into his nineties, he'd managed to keep in shape and was still attractive to her. It was hard to wrap her mind around the fact he was gone - this was only his physical vessel. At least he'd had a peaceful end, at home and surrounded by his loved ones. Right before he took his last breath, Leia had tearfully told him she loved him, and his last words to her were, "I know." That too, was appropriate.
Love is like a dying ember. Only memories remain. Luke always claimed that everyone became 'One with the Force' upon death, whatever that meant. From what she understood, somehow the Force-strong could escape this particular fate, their self-awareness and memories would not disintegrate after merging wtih the Force. They could retain who they were, while the Force-blind essentially dissolved away. How fair was that? It wasn't like someone could pick and choose whether they were born Force-sensitive or not. Leia wanted more, so much more, than just lingering old memories after she died.
Turning aside, Leia left the casket and sat down next to Luke, Mara and Ben and his family, with her own children and their families, and Chewie and Malla, seated on her right. The funeral, holo-cast to the entire galaxy, seemed to go on forever, although Leia wasn't really listening to the words of the speakers. Lastly, it was her turn to stand in front of the podium. Her children and Luke had all informed her that it wasn't necessary to speak at her husband's funeral, that everyone would understand if she declined. But Leia had spent her life giving speeches, and this one would be the most important one of all, as well as her last one ever.
Toward the end of her loving speech where she had recalled so many events of the past, she ended by saying, "My husband loved a certain Corellian song, which he would sing to me in private. Her voice finally broke slightly as she sang, "someday when we meet up yonder, we'll stroll hand in hand again, in a land that knows no parting...blue eyes crying in the rain..." She smiled. "He always changed the word blue to brown, because of me." She squared her shoulders, looking down at the casket. "That day will come soon, my love, sooner that you might think."
She knew her speech had probably upset her children, but she didn't care. They were all married, with lives and children of their own, and those children now had children of their own. They were great-grandparents. Han had always found that to be funny for some reason, joking that his countless enemies would never have believed he could've lived long enough to hold that honor. Yet, somehow, both he and Leia had outlived all their enemies, and even the off-spring of those enemies. They had both been so very good at defying the odds.
Hours later
It didn't seem real to Luke that his sister had passed away the night of Han's funeral. Jaina had found her at daybreak, sleeping on Han's side of the bed, and she had died with a small smile on her lips like she had been seeing something - or someone - a moment before her heart stopped beating.
It was still raining this morning, and the old Jedi looked out of his kitchen window, over at the gray outline of the distant skyscrapers. Then he heard a soft whisper in his ear...'the Jedi weren't right about everything, my dear Brother.'
He spun around, a bit startled, to see a much younger Leia standing a few feet away. She was smiling... and she wasn't alone. Han, also as young as the day he'd first met him in that dark cantina, stood there next to Leia. He watched in silent awe as Leia took Han's hand in her own. Then they both nodded in his direction, turned around and strolled away, disappearing into a fine blue mist. Instantly the soft smell of Alderaanian roses filled the kitchen and Luke knew they were both together, in a land where they would know no parting.
The End- as it SHOULD have been!