Wandering man. I've lived a long life. I've seen many wars, had children, I've even retired. I still remember wandering the streets alone. Thinking about her, she's been gone a long time. Soon I will be gone too. I used to go to the park with her and watch the young children play. We would talk about the times we did that, oh so long ago was I a child. Has to be what two hundred something years? I've lost count. The traveller was a gift and a curse. We live on anyway, it was never our choice. Perensta was so much younger when she died. Our kids are doing important jobs. I miss them too, I remember when Xurice and Esthal were still at home. That was a long time ago, but soon it's my time to go too. Maybe we will meet in another life. Hopefully even with Xur and Esthal. The doctors fear in getting ill, I haven't been going for many walks I feel weak. Perensta always said "Life is a bitter killer, death is just there to clean up and take the blame." I never believed her, that was when I had her. Life is long and painful. My only wish is that my kids fight life, make it great. Come to my grave and read my head stone and remember me. Teidan. I've been hospitalized for a while, I'm glad I can't recover. Life can't take me anymore, how I will greet death with glee.