Brother Bear Sitka's Funeral -

The first tears came then. Not a flood, but a slow, bitter leak from the corners of his eyes. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, furious at himself for showing weakness.

“It should have been me,” Kenai whispered. brother bear sitka's funeral

“You were supposed to be his brother,” Tanana said gently. “And you were. Until the very last breath.” The first tears came then

The villagers began to sing—a low, humming song without words, like the earth itself breathing. Denahi pulled Kenai into his arms, and this time Kenai did not pull away. He buried his face in his brother’s shoulder and let out a sound that was not quite a sob and not quite a howl. It was the sound of a boy becoming someone new. “It should have been me,” Kenai whispered