A mothers love

Loess,

I don't know if you are alive, or dead. There is so little known about the gravemind, and what is known I have ignored mostly in a quest to stay away from such morbidity in my life. But holding you for the few moments I was able, I felt something I never knew I could, and feeling you sink away, put a fear into me I didn't know I was capable of and hope to never touch on again. 

They say one never knows love until they have a child, and maybe that is true. Does it even count though if you left me before you even had a chance to truly cry out or beg for milk? I have heard people talk about the love of a mother, and maybe that is what this is. I miss you Loess, and I pray that you have either found peace, or you come back to me whole.

Pray. Hah. I am a woman of no religion and yet my lost child is the only thing that can make me pray, what does that say of me? If anyone who knew me could see me now, writing this to you, they wouldn't recognize me, all laughter and parties reduced to tears for a babe I have barely seen. You are my greatest sacrifice, my only pain, driven me from my home and to this near destruction.

Stay safe, stay far.

Silk