I have so much to say and not a single word to say it with...

I feel like my face is forever stained with tears and this knot in my throat will never go away... but I am trying to get through this with my head held up and an optimistic outlook. I am clinging to the dream that is Winterfell, clinging to the dear and cherished friends I have made, many of which have found a permanent place in my heart.

But much like the end of my grandmother’s life, countless scary diagnosis and endless complications, there was the moment that we just had to face the facts, she was dieing and she was dieing soon.

Now I feel the same way about Second Life. Outright denial and blind optimism is replaced with quiet acceptance and determination to make the best the inevitable end. The final diagnosis has been given; Linden Lab will do as they please when they please how they please. Second Life has become cancerous, beauty is being taken over by greed and substandard management.

Winterfell will not be closing any time soon… but you see that speck on the horizon?

*points to that little dot gleaming on the sunset colored waters*

That is where we are going. I can’t see what or were it is yet and I know it will be a dark journey … but when we get there we will be greeted with a brand new sunrise. We will take a deep breath of fresh brand new air and close our hands around each others hands and begin again as a family with a single vision.

So in my sadness I know there is a future happiness… and I thank each and everyone of you for standing by me in this terrible time, sharing in both my heartbreak as well as my joy.

I love you all.
Miss Serra