Dearest Sue,
May I come for a visit? May I stay with you for some days? And maybe some more days? I could use a friend now, very much so. The other day I was playing my songs at the Pony, getting even two free ciders from good old Barli for it (must have been his generous day for this year), laughing and joking with a man who was desperately looking for a girl and who was getting slapped by one right in front of my eyes - and no, not Mason, have not seen him for quite some time. He seems to be away lately. So do Alystair and Mugendo, Achazia, Kailey and the Chetwood sisters. Every time I came to the Pony these days it is filled with strangers, rarely a familiar face. Still, cheerful people, lovely music, dancing folks... Always a joyful time.
I went home happily when the sun was rising already, and to my astonishment, granny was not up yet. She was lying on her bed, smiling in her sleep, and it was only after quite a while that I realised she was not sleeping. Or rather, that she was sleeping, but without ever to wake up again.
Our hobbit neighbour went to get Polly who came immediately. I am thankful she was taking things into her hands - I felt like petrified. Actually, still do. Our neighbours made sure I had food. Hobbits, they are so lovely.
It was a very small and quiet funeral yesterday, just Polly, the hobbit family from next door, two farmers who had helped out on the fields occasionally, and me. One of the farmers has helped me to sell the house. I could not keep it - not without her. I still do not know how I can go on living without her at all. I actually cannot believe yet that she has gone. She was always there for me, as long as I can remember. I am glad her last days were wonderful, without illness or pain - and this is also thanks to you - and full of sunshine and laughter. She will always be with me in my heart, and I will always see her friendly smile.
Malyn
Fresh air, after a smoky evening in the Pony
Granny is gone
