Silent tears ran silver from Trip's eyes. He stood silently at the front of the grave, holding Hoshi's hand. Today was the day he had dreaded for years.

Today was the day he buried his daughter.

They were on a planet of flowers and trees, of valleys and mountains. A truly beautiful place. It was only fitting that his truly beautiful daughter be laid to rest here.

Six years had passed since he had rescued her from the Cerassians. In those six years, he had had many wonderful memories of a life well spent.

His daughter had lived a long, healthy life of 84 Xyrillian years. He had watched as she grew older than him as he barely changed at all. It was depressing, but she had never lost any of her vitality.

She loved to be on solid ground; whenever they landed for shore leave, she would spend all her time in the forests and valleys, searching out flora and fauna.

She also loved children. When his and Hoshi's son had been born, she had played with him for hours on end.

But her health had faltered during the past weeks, and she had finally succumbed. He would truly miss his only daughter, buried here on the ground she loved so much, among the flowers and trees.

Now as he watched them gently shovel dirt onto her final resting place, he thought of the simple inscription on her tombstone.

'My daughter', it read. She had asked for it to be that.

For in the end, that's who she really was.

His daughter, forever loved.