Sealed in a dark blue envelope a letter would arrive addressed to Sianna. The letterhead bore the logo of The Heavenly Boutique and the letter itself was inked in a neat script:
Dear Sianna,
I should start with an apology. Instead of writing you earlier on the joyous occasion of the birth of your children it takes the news of your husband?s disappearance to stir me into action. I will not say ?I hope that you are well? because I cannot imagine that you are. If that sounds blunt for one who knows your dress size better than your temperament it is only because I speak from personal experience.
Two years ago Matt left RhyDin as part of his duties as a colonel for the Terran Confederation Space Force. What should have been a routine mission after a few weeks went from rescue to recovery to futility. Perhaps the fault was on me for loving a man I always knew was in service to the stars but it did not make it any easier to accept. To this day I can?t fully describe the darker depths I sank into ? they are real enough for me without lending words to them.
So if I speak with too much familiarity and assumption it is only because we are members of the same tribe no one should ever have to join. For me the most difficult thing was being in limbo without a definite answer. Whenever I resolved to give in to the easiest solution some ounce of hope and conscious would reignite to remind me that ?what if he does return and you?re gone?? In this way I believe being left behind to survive and to keep the flame of memory burning is the harder task. It is also one most suited to the resiliency of women, particularly women nourished by love.
I wish I had more cheerful words to share with you. The only thing I can tell you is that having faith is never foolish. Matthew found his way back to me when others told me it would never happen. I hope seeing your children every morning when you wake buoys your spirit in the face of stormier days on the horizon. They will need you to remember their father for them until he returns to teach them himself.
My door is always open for you. You don?t need to knock.
Your spring will be here soon, Sianna.
-Koy
A thin stained glass vase holding four white orchids accompanied the letter.
Dear Sianna,
I should start with an apology. Instead of writing you earlier on the joyous occasion of the birth of your children it takes the news of your husband?s disappearance to stir me into action. I will not say ?I hope that you are well? because I cannot imagine that you are. If that sounds blunt for one who knows your dress size better than your temperament it is only because I speak from personal experience.
Two years ago Matt left RhyDin as part of his duties as a colonel for the Terran Confederation Space Force. What should have been a routine mission after a few weeks went from rescue to recovery to futility. Perhaps the fault was on me for loving a man I always knew was in service to the stars but it did not make it any easier to accept. To this day I can?t fully describe the darker depths I sank into ? they are real enough for me without lending words to them.
So if I speak with too much familiarity and assumption it is only because we are members of the same tribe no one should ever have to join. For me the most difficult thing was being in limbo without a definite answer. Whenever I resolved to give in to the easiest solution some ounce of hope and conscious would reignite to remind me that ?what if he does return and you?re gone?? In this way I believe being left behind to survive and to keep the flame of memory burning is the harder task. It is also one most suited to the resiliency of women, particularly women nourished by love.
I wish I had more cheerful words to share with you. The only thing I can tell you is that having faith is never foolish. Matthew found his way back to me when others told me it would never happen. I hope seeing your children every morning when you wake buoys your spirit in the face of stormier days on the horizon. They will need you to remember their father for them until he returns to teach them himself.
My door is always open for you. You don?t need to knock.
Your spring will be here soon, Sianna.
-Koy
A thin stained glass vase holding four white orchids accompanied the letter.