Last Rites

Posted on Sun Oct 16th, 2022 @ 9:21pm by Lieutenant T’Lara

530 words; about a 3 minute read

It is had to forget the Sea of Vorath on Vulcan where I spent the last month with my father and my brothers to bury our mother. Of course there was nothing to bury but she had always wanted full Vulcan funeral rites and, so she had them. As the fire of the temple burnt over the two days I thought of the last time I saw her as my shuttle pulled away from her ship. She looked as she always did, immaculate and calm, a consummate Vulcan Captain, so unlike me but she was my mother and I loved her with an undying enduring flame, that seemed to be echoed in the ritual flame as it burned bright within the Temple. As the two day ceremony came to an end we were all given a small flame from the fire, which now burns here in my new quarters on board this Enterprise my new ship. My father looked tired, something I had never noticed before. His promotion to Foremost Attaché was in recognition for his work on Earth but it appears to have taken a toll on him. I should have asked him how he was but then, I am sure he would never have told me or would have wanted too. Indeed he was, as usual not expectant of anything from his daughter. I wanted nothing but to hug him and tell him how much I respect and love him but, he would have been horrified so I held myself in check and kept to my own counsel.

Following the teachings of Surak has taught me nothing if not how to hide my emotions from my fellow Vulcans, and those humans who are unable to recognize that within every race there are differences and that they should be celebrated. It was however good to see Sanik and Vonath, my brothers looked healthy and content. I am now an auntie to Sanik and T’Vrath’s new baby. His post with the Vulcan Science Academy is now sending him across the quadrant and I wish him safe journeys. Vonath, of course remains on Vulcan working on the new engines for the Vulcan transportation system. He spoke of the Enterprise having spent some time on board her at her last dry dock refit. ‘I should be content to spend my time there’ he told me in his usual manner. Vonath and myself have never seen eye to eye, in fact I know he asked my parents to enact the Wuh ho-rah t' divesting van-kal ceremony. I do not understand why, or, perhaps, yes, I do. He could never see what I could, his clinical coldness seemingly without even Vulcan kindness. So much that he wished I had never been his sister. So we went our separate ways not knowing if we would meet again. I finish this personal log with the blessing my mother taught me. I will always remember her face and her nature.

Lau wuh tam'a ik tor k'svi wuh ek'wakik yai ik tor wuh Vuhlkansu katra tuhs wuh stukhtra si' vi' wuh ta'hal. Lau t'nash-veh ko-mekh nam-tor ek'wak k'svi nash-veh.

Rest well T’Lith Daughter of Vulcan.

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