"Concentrate on that feeling. On remembering your brother as the hero he always wanted to be. Let him know that while he no longer walks by your side his passing was not in vain and there are those living who are inspired by him and his sacrifices."

Hazel approaches the bench again. Leans forward and reaches to place her hands on the other's shoulders. There is no magic being done here. Merely a ritual, a prayer to honor the dead.

"Let him know the love his family still holds for him. The respect for the life he lead. Those emotions will reach him. I am sure of it."