Our mothers are both gone, resting in the earth they loved, next to the roaring waters of the creek. Melody's father Jace is gone, and Jasmine's father Lucian sleeps now, comatose as he slips away from us.
Our men are devastated, naturally, and our children and grandchildren heartbroken, but even amidst this, there is hope. Jasmine's daughter Phaedra turned 7 today, and we see her namesake grandmother's light in her eyes. It is the same with Melody's Mary, another redhead. These two, named long before their hair and eye colour was known and permanent, are the only two in both our villages to inherit their grandmother's vibrant red hair.
It brings joy to our hearts, even amidst this sorrow, to know that our mothers carry on in our daughters, that where they brought forth hope out of chaos, we bring peace out of that which was broken.
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