Journal of Robin - The passing
The days and seasons grow shorter
That's at least what time perceives
And as my time draws to close
I'm here with you again
My friends once lost I'll see you
In the dark forest one day
Soon I feel I'll leave here
To be with you again
Don't you cry cause I leave you
Don't you cry from pain
I've lived and loved for oh so long
Cry tears of joy for me
Remember all the good times
Learn from all the bad
Don't you stop your smiling
Or you'll make me mad
I see my friends and family
Waiting there for me
I think its time to sleep now
Don't worry I'm not afraid
My eyes are dim and the light it fades
As I lay my head
Surrounded by friends and loved ones
Its time to meet my end
~Ballad of Kentar, by Robin Grodenchik, The first.
These last few seasons have been hard. Dad's health has been going down hill gradually, and he finally passed away the other night. Syla, Chris and I have already decided what we're going to do for his funeral. A trip back to Moledeep, where it all started. We'll lay him to rest by Aikuen, and Garnet. Best friend, and wife. Seems fitting that he should join them there than be buried in the middle of no where. Its been hard though, the hours seeming to drag on without his upbeat attitude to keep us all distracted and Christopher has taken it very hard. Even though he knew the day would come, its different to finally face it. At least, with everything we've been through, it ended on Dad's terms, and no one else's.
Its strange to have so much family around now though. Christopher's bookstore in Mossflower has been in the building stage for so long, that we've hardly seen him. This time we've had together over the last weeks has been great, but I wish it was by choice. And when he goes back home, we'll be alone again.
Eden and Jolee have grown so much now, and have expressed interests in leaving home to go on their own adventures. And like any father, I argue with myself about letting them go. Its the hardest decision of my life. They're eight seasons old now, and already capable fighters, thanks to our training. But still, they haven't seen much of the world yet, and by the time that I was their age, things had already been extremely difficult. I'd love for them to stay here, with Syla and myself, but our bones are old now as well, and neither of us really get about as much as we used to.
Thane is still missing. In my heart, I know he's alive, but my head tells me I shouldn't be so optimistic. I haven't seen him since he was six seasons old. He'd be ten seasons now, and maybe even a father. I can only say that I hope he's happy, wherever he is and that I hope he would come home. Just once. Just so we can see him.
My writing in this entry is very...well, its all over the place. My thoughts are racing, and there's so much I want to say, but I don't know just how to say it. I know that, when I'm gone, my children will read these logs and look back on my life. How much we've all lost, but also how much we've accomplished. From Moledeep, to Ferravale. From death, to destiny.
I must go, journal. Syla would like to go to the Gardens, to pick some roses for the funeral. I promised that I would help her. We leave in the morning to bring my father home. It will be an emotional return to a place that holds so many memories for all of us.
~Fall Entry, Robin Grodenchik.
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