On the day he died, I sat under this tree with Vader. Perhaps it was because he so seldom changed position, but as I held him I noticed how entranced he was with the sky. I decided to stretch him out on his back and I joined him. We sat there quietly, staring up at this tree, watching as the sun broke through the leaves. I noticed the delicate branches that thread amidst the canopy of green. I looked at Vader, who had entered a world all his own. He breathed quietly, content. I am not sure what he was seeing, but I know I would never have caught even a glimpse if I hadn't looked up. It is something I need to do more.