Dearest Klonoa,

This will be the final entry in my diary, so I felt that it was only appropriate to have my final message in here be directed to you. I have made sure to keep all of my older diaries safe and sound, boxed up in my closet. If you are reading this as soon as you find the diaries, then you are more than likely 16 years old, give or take. I don't know if you'll find the box by that time, but I have made sure to label it so that you should read them once you have grown up just a bit more.

I know that I am no longer there to watch you grow through your teenage years, as much as I wish I was there to see it for myself. But I am certain that you have matured into a fine young man. Brave, strong, selfless and kind-hearted. I know you are all of those things and more.

I can only wonder what kind of adventures you will go on in the future, where you'll go, who you'll meet, what you'll do. You have always put others' needs before your own and you make sure to give it your all. These qualities are the signs of an incredible hero, which I know for certain you'll become. I wonder if you've even got yourself a pretty girlfriend, or perhaps a handsome boyfriend. I'm sure that whoever you possibly wind up with will be lucky to have you as their partner. I hope you've also made sure to tend to your garden. It is such a colourful and beautiful garden as of writing this entry now, I can only imagine how much better it will look in the future.

Klonoa, there will be times where life will be rough, there will be times where you struggle, whether it be in a physical or an emotional way, and that is okay. We are not perfect beings my dear boy. We all make mistakes, we all have moments of weakness, we all have doubts about not only the world around us, but also ourselves and who we are. You should never be ashamed of your faults and flaws. They are a part of us.

I am so sorry that I had to leave you whilst you were still so young, but know that if you ever feel alone, we will always be watching over you, high above the clouds and amongst the stars. Me, your mother and your grandfather. We could not be more proud of you Klonoa. I will always be a part of you, no matter what. I hope that in the future, you can look back on the time we spent together with a smile on your face. It is true what Solas said about you, all those years ago. You do indeed have your mother's eyes.

I couldn't have asked for a better grandson, and I love you so much.

Goodbye Klonoa, my child of the wind,

Grandma Elise

~Elise died just a few days after writing her final diary entry. She passed away peacefully in bed, with her loving grandson by her side holding her hand, and a warm, content smile on her face~