Dear diary, Men are foolish, but so are Women. I cannot say that I've lived wisely, these past few days, I drank myself into a stupor. When Freawine was at my Mother-in-law's. Though, I suppose there are worse times, to drink oneself to oblivion. I thought that my period of mourning would now be over. I thought, that I was able to keep all the pain at bay. Evidently, I was wrong. June is here... June is when He was born. The man that I gave my heart and soul to. The man, that I thought, I would walk all the days of my life with. It was not to be. Life is filled with unexpected tragedy. I would give anything, to hear my husband's voice one more time. To tell him that I love him. Aldway, once described me as a Hopeless Romantic. The idea of love and being in love. It always fascinated me and I imagine will always be at the core of my being. By Orome.. I miss her too. She's been gone longer than my Ray has. Eight years? Nine years? Sometimes I lose count. I wish she didn't follow me into the North. Alas, that was her choice and there was nothing I could do. She became ash as the estate crumbled to the ground.
Since then, I haven't been able to look into a hearth fire the same way. It should give me warmth in the winter. When in reality, it makes me think of all the lives that were needlessly taken. For one girl's fantasy of lavishness. In the rugged, undefined, North. It hurts.. but the family name will endure one way or another. I will bring meaning where there is none.
