Miss · Cornelia · Rothschild

I'm not sure whether to write this as the girl beyond the digital mirror, or as my clockwork self. I shall keep it brief.

A week ago I learned about the death of the First Life gentleman who played my inventor on Second Life. I had known him for ten years, in RL, and he was a dear, dear friend. Though we had our differences and our arguments, I know that he loved me, and I in turn loved him.

We met as roleplayers, and have played various roles together throughout the years. When we moved to Second Life, it seemed natural to continue the storytelling habits we had developed elsewhere, and thus we became Lia and Sir.

He was not healthy the last few years, and his passing was due to a freak heart attack. As his RL roommate related it to me, and to put it indelicately, he was gone before he hit the floor. I think this is a blessing, in truth; he didn't suffer.

And of course, little Lia loves her father very, very much, even if he is no longer here.

I have been gone much this week, concentrating on work and not breaking down. I am much better now. I sincerely thank all of my friends who have helped me, and the dear people of Caledon for honoring my grief.

Love,

Lia

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crushed