Wheeling Gull Isle turncoat

”It’s not what you take when you leave this world behind you, it’s what you leave behind you when you go.” Randy Travis, Three Woden crosses.

John had eventually found the Island Family, but everything was a mess. Apparently Caracal, once John’s friend and brother by spirit, had passed away. As the family buried him, he said a silent prayer for Caracal’s safe arrival in heaven, and for peace to befall on his family, and those he left behind. John remained silent, as he felt that at this moment in time, it would be the wrong place to ask for a recap of what all happened besides this.

He let a few tears fall from his eyes, for it was not wrong to cry. He then looked around at the family gathered, wishing he could speak words of love and comfort, but did not. Nothing he could say would bring them much peace.

Amidst it all, Heda had left the funeral. John couldn’t imagine what they were going through, as he never felt it.