Until the End of Their Days...

After writing my short story, my next assignment was to create an obituary for my main character. In my tale, that happened to be Blyss. And now I am posting her obituary onto my blog. Without further ado, here is 'the rest of the story'.

Merely five months after the passing of her husband, Jaedon Nathaniel LaVida, Blyss Aryana LaVida breathed her last. She was survived by her seven children - Estel, Ariya, Keene, Asher, Jaya, Ajay, and Ketziya. Blyss was born on Apryl 9th, 1257 during the reign of Lord Byron, and was raised in a village near Lorraine. Her presence transformed the community into a thriving town of joyous, industrious people. She never left her village, and she remained happily married to Jaedon until his death in 1346. Blyss died of natural causes on the 14th of Novembre, in the year of 1346, and was buried beside her beloved husband. She truly lived her life to the full.

Blyss and Jaedon were married on the 1st of Apryl in 1274. Though she was just 17, and he not much older, the two of them were devoted to each other. They remained committed to one another until the day of his death. Blyss gave birth to her eldest daughter, Estel, on Juyne 7th, 1275. She delighted in her family.

And the townspeople delighted in Blyss. Life radiated forth from her presence, and spilled out to everyone she came in contact with. Blyss was an enthusiastic gardener, and her home was surrounded by bright flowers, herbs, fruits and vegetables. Her cooking was renowned throughout Lorraine, and she was constantly whipping up culinary delights in her kitchen.

To say that Blyss was perfectly and incandescently happy every second of every day would be stretching the truth. She was human like everyone else, and had her moments of ups and downs. During the month of Octobre, she fell into despondency. It marked the anniversary of her abduction, and Blyss never fully recovered. Even after Bytterly was replaced by a new landlord in 1279, the memory hung over her like a dark cloud, and she was scarred for life. Throughout that month, even Jaedon could not console her. When Blyss gave birth to her third son, Ajay, on Octobre 17th, 1288, her despair was temporarily lifted. His name meant 'victorious.'

Blyss was an artist, and could be found painting on beautiful days. Light fascinated her, and she attempted to capture the soft shadows and hues. Her voice was melodious, and her laughter infectious. She was in love with life, and it evident. Her legacy was the life she lived and the children she left behind. Blyss was not rich, nor was she powerful. She never desired an elevated status. Yet her impact on the small village in Lorraine was a large one. Blyss Aryana LaVida will live on in the hearts of those who loved her. Her spirit is now at rest. Reunited with her maker, she is utterly content. She will remain in a state of bliss in the lands beyond the world, hand in hand with Jaedon, the love of her life.

*the spelling is deliberately Olde English