famous french painting

suffer your father's fate you will. When gone I am…last of the Jedi will you be.Luke, the Force is strong in your family. Pass on what you…have…learned…" Hebegan to falter, he closed his eyes. "There…is…another…sky…" He caught his breath, and exhaled, his spirit passing from him like a sunny windblowing to another sky. His body shivered once; and he disappeared. Luke sat beside the small, empty bed for over an hour, trying to fathom the depthof this loss. It was unfathomable. His first feeling was one of boundless grief. For himself, for the universe.How could such a one as Yoda be gone forever? It felt like a black, bottomless holehad filled his heart, where the part that was Yoda had lived. Luke had know the passing of old mentor before. It was helplessly sad; andinexorably, a part of his own growing. Is this what coming of age was, then?Watching beloved friends grow old and die? Gaining a new measure of strength ormaturity from their powerful passages?