A reoccuring dream

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…a light breeze blew across the fields as merry laughter could be heard by the nearby creek. A little boy with soft brown hair and blue, blue eyes could be seen wrestling and rolling around in the grass with the man he called father. She was reclining on a red blanket spread out on the ground, her attention divided between fondly watching the antics of her fair-haired husband and son and playing with her infant daughter. The little girl was beautiful with hair like her father’s and eyes like her mother’s. Luna looked well, in fact she was fairly glowing with happiness and contentment, the slight bulge of her stomach the only indication of her condition. Life was good for the people in this picture. But there in the background, on the other bank of the bubbling creek under a willow tree, there was a simple stone gravemarker. The inscription reading:

Blaise Nikolai Zabini
1981-2002
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
May you rest in peace,
Knowing that you gave your all
To the fight against the Shadow

Husband, Father, Friend, Son, Warrior
Forever missed.
Forever mourned.
Forever loved.
Nulli secundus, amor vincit omnia.