Two flies, one stone.

Jamar,

There will be a time where people will leave and it will not be easy but swift. You can see them laugh and cry, aid them or fight them, but as if sucked in by mud or sand, disappeared for the remainder of your days or hopefully, to return soon.

My sister, your aunt Silver has left this time without the shared words of goodbye, she had left like I have but atleast with warning. You are too young to notice the passings and goings of them but your father? He feels it and he will wait to think on what had happened before she left. Your aunt left after our dispute that may have fueled the faster departure to no success of hearing words of forgiveness as I had shared. 

Her wall was crumbling, she needs time to build it back up again. In the meanwhile I will work to tumble my own. 

Cyriah has sent me a letter, speaking of a journey east to explore the lands of Gondor with her mother and father and visit relatives. The joy she brought me in the past few days, quick as they were, is invaluable to me. She was sweet to me, kind to you. I feel sadness, she left aswell. Is this what the others felt when I went back to my birth land?

In a way I am glad, I was scared she will ask for my affection as she would've given without doubt, perhaps she truly could have been what I sought and maybe to you, Jamar, a good mother. I want to do it but my heart holds me back. It beats for another, I can not help it.. Maybe once you return, we can talk of this and see truth upon the table. Be safe, my friend, take care and even though now you may be on a cart riding into sunset, hopefully once you will appear upon the road at a new dawn.

Jamar, the importance of this is acceptance. Cherish the good memories but to cling on them will have you drag yourself down. I do not tell you to accept those near to you once there now gone to act as if they had died. Hope they return and you will be glad when they do but take care of those others they have left behind.