Last night I realized something, I have been trying to keep busy almost constantly, not giving myself a chance to think about much other than what I busy with. Yeah, a lot of what I've been doing is fun or interesting or exciting, but today I decided to just sit with my own thoughts.

I thought about the future, what I wanted to do, what I wanted to achieve. In the longest term, there is one thing I want to achieve, growing my grove to be as big and diverse as I possibly can. Other than that I want to just live life and have fun. Something my mother said really resonates with me there, always live life without regrets.

My thoughts then turned to the past. First the more recent past. Meeting Tiddol for the first time, to naming Lord Parius The Magnificent, and everything after that. Many of my favorite memories from this time are with those two, games we’ve played, discussions we’ve had, and just hanging out.

Inevitably my thoughts turned to my parents. I don’t feel as angry at them anymore. Instead, there is sadness at their death and a melancholy fondness of their memory. I thought of how locks of my mother's hair would tickle my nose when she read me a story as I was falling asleep, about how my father would and I would put on little skits for my mother and he would use a deep gruff voice to play all the characters, even the young or female ones. I started to cry as I was thinking of those fond memories, I wasn’t sad, instead, i felt like I would do anything to relive those memories, to see them again, if only to say goodbye, or I love you one last time. But I know that's almost certainly never going to happen, they’ve probably already reincarnated somewhere else with little or no memory of me. But still, it would be nice.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.