My apologies, my friends and fellow adventurers. I apologize for my unexpected and silent departure so much time ago. I had received a message from our favorite bartender in Val Vanath. I’m not sure how that little creature found us in the dungeon, but it did.
“Come home, Rei! Your wife is ill, and she needs you at her side.”
Well, suffice it to say, I did not recall having a wife, but “home” definitely had a common ring to it when it came to that bar. So, I packed up and headed out in the middle of the night. It was a challenge, but I was drawn, without doubt, to the belief that it was the right thing to do.
I spent every day with her afterward, and stayed with her the fortnight before as she lay in the hospital on what would become her deathbed. Every doctor in town came to her aid when the alarm rang out, every nurse, every caregiver that was nearby; they came running. However, the death knell was more a formality. They knew before, they were just trying to protect me from what became the inevitable.
My love, Terri, passed quickly. It was only a few minutes after the nurse ushered me out of the room to freshen her up for the evening. I’m still mostly numb, but I am seeking out the camaraderie of my fellow adventurers to help me find my new normal. I ask nothing more than to continue sharing in the adventures of the Amicisa Rabdolves.
Thank you for listening. Game on!
