son

“Oh, I can never be happy again

nor can I ever be a Dad,

thus Death had much to gain.

Am I mad?

“I know it is my fault, which is plain and clear.

It was such a poor choice to live here, and thus it robbed my cheer.

Maybe it would be best, if that happened to be me.

“Who was it that turned them away? I will find he!

Who was it that turned them away? I will not let you be free!

I will hunt the cause of this departure with my greatest strength,

This last few nights had been terrible, not much sleep and the baby was now moving more and more. Caith tried to not show Mil all this even if she thougt that Mil did see how hard time she was going through. She had counted the months and it should be time for births soon. Everytime she thougt about that she feel nervous and worried. When she still was able to travel she went back to Bree to seek someone that could give her knowledge that she needed to give birth. She got some books and good tips. After some reading she got more and more calm.

I came home after a short walk, everything seemed normal when I left the home.. Oh was I wrong.. I found my beloved Caithrin by our fire place when I came inside the house again.. She seemed troubled, her hand on her stomach, I approached her and asked what was wrong as I gently placed my hand on hers, to an answer I got a scream that she did not know..it might have been time for our child to come to the world..all of a sudden she says her water had broke..

Stigandir isn't actually eloquent enough or even remotely the right kind of person to actually write something like this, but I feel it's a very good way to summarize some of his feelings.

I remember yet,
When you were but one summer old,
And how you would laugh and play,
Curious, you were, and oh so bold,
So joyous every day,