Aulelia
September 1499 PD
Luca left again today, this time maybe for a year, or more. He got word that his mother had fallen ill again, and that it didn't look like she was going to get better this time. She had never had very good health, but this time was so much worse. My heart reaches out to Luca, for he had a look of pain on his face when he left. He told me many stories about his mother, and I know they are incredibly close.
My heart hurts. For him and his pain, but also because I didn't realize just how much I'd miss him until he was gone, with no promise of return. The only other time I felt like this was when Rora vanished.
Please, whatever deity is out there, don't let me lose him.
Rora lost someone recently. I hadn't heard from her in months until just recently. She had good reason, though. Randy, her dearest, most beloved husband, was killed in an accident. My sister and I are are both crying for the men we love. Only, she's stronger than I am, and is already picking herself up. She has six children and a seventh (whom she only found out about days before she sent her latest letter) on its way. She told me she has to be strong, for her children. She doesn't have time to fall to pieces, not when she has them to care for.
If she can stay strong in her situation, which is so much worse than mine, I can stay strong.
At least, I hope I can.