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[fogsong]

My mother, Rose Da Silva, has returned to the ocean. I know she was close to a lot of people here and I thought it was important to let everyone know.

[ She hadn’t wanted to tell anyone, truth be told, but she knew she couldn’t selfishly hold onto the information when Rose knew and cared about so many people in this place and vice versa. But even this small amount of public acknowledgment cuts her to the bone. ]

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[the_obedient_servant]

Of course. I will await you patiently, and I will not force you into anything.

...My own mother had a recipe for Butterscotch Cinnamon pie. Would you like me to make you one? I don't know if it will make you feel better, I don't think loss can be mended in such a shallow way, but it helped me when I was sad.

[fogsong]

[ Oh.

Oh. ] I think I'd like that very much. [ That has made her feel some type of way. A little warm and a little sad and a lot of appreciative. ]

[the_obedient_servant]

Very well. I will see you then.