Memories are made of this...

She’d been meaning to do this since she got back.
The memorial gardens were a little used part of the ship. On the very top deck, with large windows looking out into space, it stretched across the entire width of the Blue Dwarf. Largely untouched over the millennia, aside from a few overgrown plants, Katrina found herself at the memorial wall which made up the main attraction of the gardens, a simple tribute to those who died in service on the Blue Dwarf.
It had more names on it than any mining ship had any right to.
She browsed the wall with her fingers, gazing at many of the names, looking for people she had known. There were hundreds more names on it than the last time she’d looked, that was even before the Hymenoptera attack that wiped out half the crew, and it looked like the wall had even been extended to fit the additional names in.
The wall was in alphabetical order, and she started at the end, and worked back toward the start. After a while she came to the “J’s” and pulled out her combat knife, crudely etching the words “Jones, Davie” between two other names.
She continued along the wall, and smiled to herself when she got to “F” and saw “Febuggure, Phil” written, and crossed out, repeated at least 7 times on the wall, until finally the words “For smegs sake Phil next time you can do your own memorial” had been added.
Finally she reached the ‘C’s”, there was a disproportionate number of Chryslers on the wall. Vanessa, Jayne, herself. She scratched out her own name, then looked up a row. Between Alota and herself, his two wives was Jay. (She could almost hear Phil’s sniggers from 100 decks below).
She raised her knife, to scratch out the words “Chrysler, Captain J.M.” but stopped herself.
This was a wall to remember the dead.
Better leave it there for now.
She slumped to the ground and stared up at his name.
That man had given up everything for her.
He’d spent 600 years trying to find her and in the end, it looked like he might have sacrificed his life for her. Everything he’d done had been for her, and she’d treated him like dirt.
This was all her fault…Jay was there, in the medibay, close to death and it was all down to her.
She tried to fight it. But failed, and sobbed loudly into her hands…

<Sorry for the crap post, but I had to write something! – apologies if I’m quiet the next few days, I’m without a phone so have no access to my personal email when I’m at work or out of the house generally>