*Please note: Some salty language that might offend the more sensitive readers*
No, I haven’t written anything for fucking long time, however, I’ve had my hands full with still running the Garrison in Draenor as well as searching for Romy and the kids every single moment that I have free. At least the travel between Draenor and Azeroth is open and easily accessible. I guess they decided it would be much easier to have troop movement between two areas since the Legion seems to have decided to return to Azeroth once again.
My heart is heavy and there are times I wonder if life has any real meaning left for me, the love of my life is gone and the things that have given me hope for the future are gone. How does a fucking man even start to rebuild his life when everything that he cared about is gone? At least I still have my sister and her children.
I’ve gone to Silvermoon to see Felessa several times and it is difficult for me because I see the golden haired little boys that she has and I think of my daughter and my son. I dream constantly of Romy, her laughter, the lovemaking that we once enjoyed with such wild abandon and it makes me feel like that all of it was a dream. Did I dream that I had a woman in my life that literally had my heart and soul in her hands for all the time that we were together? Was it all a dream?
I know that Fnor has been very supportive and understanding with my moods and my inability to really step up and help with the company in Orgrimmar. I know that all the employees are working diligently to find out any information that that they can about Romy and the kids. How in the Light could one woman and two small children just disappear from everywhere? Oh, I know that wars can obliterate entire families, however, I have been able to find out that Romy was planning to go to Northrend with the children.
I did receive word from Romy’s family and they have been searching for her as well. They have found some evidence that she had taken zeppelin from Orgrimmar to Northrend. What I didn’t’ realize is that she had decided to make the trip during the invasions of the Legion in Azeroth. They have found evidence of a crash site and one of the children had lost a leather bootie – my son’s bootie. They are still searching for more evidence.
Fuck it all, I am sitting here crying like my heart is breaking all over again. Mt. Hyjal is not that far from Orgrimmar and I will have to plan to join the family search party as soon as I can break away from my duties. I’ve asked for leave and the bastards in Orgrimmar haven’t had the courtesy to respond yet. It’s not like one man being out of action for a while to try to find his family is going to lose the battles in Draenor or the Broken Isle.
I’m not that damned important, let me go find my family, I don’t care about the Horde, I don’t take full direction from them. If I must, I’ll go see the Regent in Silvermoon to get released from my duties – his commands are the ones that I follow, not the new Warchief.