The passage of time has become illusive to me as of late.
The firm footing that I had gained after losing my son, shattered with the unexpected news of Taeleia's death. The news carried to my shop quite by accident, a sad fact that hurts me more than I will admit. I blame myself really, the last time I saw her was at the lavish party welcoming the new Physician. Reflecting back, I am reminded at her anxiousness to speak with me, to catch up perhaps, yet as always I was distracted, pulled in the direction of ensuring that all properly fed.
What does this say about me?
I feel ashamed, so much so that I avoided the prye, my final goodbyes said to my old friend alone.
The events of her death a mystery, I find them incomprehension.
I will miss her, deeply. I mourn the loss of the gifted Artist a woman that wore her heart on her sleeve for the entire world to see, one that not only welcomed me into her life with opened arms, but was instrumental in arranging custody of Seth after the tragic death of the weaver, Poppy.
I mourn her children, to young to retain
memories of her warm giving nature,
yet old enough to feel the absence of loving arms.
It is my hope that Niro's doesn't rob them of the knowledge of their mother.
The City I have come to love, feels colder with her passing, the chill has left me numb.
The walls I have built sustain me, the cracks of despair plastered with disdain.
I regret the words unspoken.
I will miss you my friend, more than mere words can capture.
How do you properly thank someone that made you strive to be a better person?
Someone that without words made you question your own less than stellar actions?
All I can dictate here on this piece of rence paper is that,
you shall never be forgotten.
I bid you a fond farewell.
You are missed.
The firm footing that I had gained after losing my son, shattered with the unexpected news of Taeleia's death. The news carried to my shop quite by accident, a sad fact that hurts me more than I will admit. I blame myself really, the last time I saw her was at the lavish party welcoming the new Physician. Reflecting back, I am reminded at her anxiousness to speak with me, to catch up perhaps, yet as always I was distracted, pulled in the direction of ensuring that all properly fed.
What does this say about me?
I feel ashamed, so much so that I avoided the prye, my final goodbyes said to my old friend alone.
The events of her death a mystery, I find them incomprehension.
I will miss her, deeply. I mourn the loss of the gifted Artist a woman that wore her heart on her sleeve for the entire world to see, one that not only welcomed me into her life with opened arms, but was instrumental in arranging custody of Seth after the tragic death of the weaver, Poppy.
I mourn her children, to young to retain
memories of her warm giving nature,
yet old enough to feel the absence of loving arms.
It is my hope that Niro's doesn't rob them of the knowledge of their mother.
The City I have come to love, feels colder with her passing, the chill has left me numb.
The walls I have built sustain me, the cracks of despair plastered with disdain.
I regret the words unspoken.
I will miss you my friend, more than mere words can capture.
How do you properly thank someone that made you strive to be a better person?
Someone that without words made you question your own less than stellar actions?
All I can dictate here on this piece of rence paper is that,
you shall never be forgotten.
I bid you a fond farewell.
You are missed.
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