Gideon at camp.
The end of the day was a memorial for a lost friend.
The memorial was done very well. A song that was written for him was sung accompanied by a harp and many people stood and shared stories about him and about how he touched their lives. I spoke as well, he was one of my best friends. I struggled for days trying to find the right words and then settled on what I keep hearing in my head. Part of what I said is how I hear his voice as I do things at Pennsic. That hearing his voice gently guiding me is what I hope to bring forward in my life. He is missed by many.
Pennsic happens only once a year and people from all over attend. For a few years I worked for a friend, the first Baroness of Stonemarche, in the marketplace alongside someone (for today I will call him G) who lives far enough away that Pennsic is the only place we see each other. Our first Baroness had to leave Pennsic unexpectedly a few days ago and G offered to escort me to the memorial and be eyes and ears for her. He also offered to be my focal point, a rock to cling to, and help me stay strong during the memorial. G tends to have a calming presence and this helped me get through this evening. I am so extraordinarily grateful to him for doing this and that act of kindness is my happy for today. The SCA has been a place that has given me the opportunity to make many friends who are only SCA friends but the connection still seems to be very deep.
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