The memorial service was held on the flat hilltop overlooking the ocean, and at its edge rested an old-fashioned wooden boat, worn and weathered. There were chairs for those still too weak to stand and four torches, burning steadily, set in the ground at the four cardinal points. The day was bright and clear, a light breeze blowing out to sea, but
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"I didn't know Bart very well, unfortunately. But from the way people have described him to me and talked about him, I know that the school lost someone very special. A lot of you are in a lot of pain right now over Bart's death, and I could stand up here and tell you that it'll be all right. But I won't. Death hurts," she said. "It's supposed to hurt. The pain is what keeps us human, what keeps us from being like those who came here all those centuries ago to harm the people on this island. If the pain goes away, we stop thinking about who we've lost, and remembering Bart is the best thing we can do right now. I'm not saying it'll hurt like this forever. What I'm saying is, it's okay to be hurt. It's okay to be upset, and angry, and to let others be upset too. Just don't let the pain or the anger keep you from thinking about Bart, or talking about him, or remembering him."
Zoe smiled softly at the crowd. "I'm so proud of everything you all did this past week, whether it was searching for a cure or just being at the town hall, helping with the sick. You went above and beyond the call of diligence, and I know that you will all stay vigilant in making sure that Bart is remembered well. Thank you."
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