"You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart..."
Kira Nerys remembered and mourned the friend who had taught her that to accept her feminity wasn't to be weak. Jadzia had always been there when Nerys needed her-- she seemed to have a sixth sense about it... So why didn't she come back now, when they needed her the most?
Jadzia had tried for so long to convince Odo to take a chance and to tell Kira how much he loved her; the changeling felt he owed Dax for his present happiness. Odo felt saddened; not only by the tragedy, but in empathy for the grief that surrounded him...
Jadzia was his heart and soul... Now his heart had been cut out, and his soul was bleeding... He missed her with an intensity like he had never known. How was he going to live without her? Why couldn't he have died instead? She was loved by all who knew her; and without her life just wasn't worth living… Worf saw her everywhere; each step he took he had once taken with her at his side. Even looking out into the quiet vacuum of space was no refuge; her eyes were so like the stars, he could see her among them. Also, a sky without a wormhole was yet another reminder…. How could he go on without her?
Jake had retreated to his usual refuge when feeling down: writing. He poured out onto paper all the grief hat filled the station. Slowly a touching poetic tribute to a beautiful woman was born. As he wrote the poem became a tragic tale of lost love… his was the first immortal tribute, to Jadzia.
Benjamin Sisko was en route back to DS9. Part of him wanted to hide for longer – he knew that he would always sense Jadzia on Deep Space Nine. She was the heart and soul of the station, keeping the spirit of hope alive with her gentleness, optimism, and, when needed, dry wit. He felt he had let her down; he had lost two Daxes now. Curzon had been old and ill, but Jadzia was still a beautiful young woman, very much in love, and looking forward to having her first child. Where was the justice in that?
He had loved her from the moment he set eyes on her; loved her so much, in fact, he'd let her go and follow her heart into another man's arms. And he had been helpless to save her, as he watched her die; unable to even ease her pain. Julian Bashir had lost many patients in his time, too many. Would the lovely Jadzia become just another faceless casualty of war? Who would remember the incredible young woman who had shone light into all the lives she came into contact with? He would remember, and keep her candle burning….
All her friends had gathered in the officer's lounge to remember her. A picture of a radiant Jadzia (taken on her wedding day) stood on an easel, surrounded by flowers. The room was lit by candlelight. Keiko O'Brien had created a new rose in memory of her; the Jadzia rose… These exquisite flowers framed the picture. Worf looked haggard, and barely spoke. They shared their happiest memories of Jadzia, and remembered her as she wanted to be remembered…
The crew watched as the torpedo casing, containing the immortal remains of Jadzia –eternally beautiful—were shot into Bajor's star… Jadzia had requested this burial ground so she could keep an eye on her friends, and her home… eternally at rest…
The end…. Or is it?
"All those years ago, Jadzia Dax died…. Worf was never the same, in fact, after her death, he seemed to just give up. Dr. Bashir entered into his log upon Worf's death, that "he is of the opinion that Cmdr. Worf died of a broken heart…". He could not live without Jadzia… His remains joined Jadzia's in the Bajoran star, in the hope that, one day, they will both arise from the ashes…"
excerpt taken from
"Star-crossed Lovers: The True Story of Worf and Jadzia",
by Jake Sisko
Finis