Lord Byron
During the time from March in 1818-1822, I was living an unstable life; even now I have to go through troubles. Back then, Percy and I traveled to Italy to convince Lord Byron to give his estranged wife, Claire Clairmont a chance to access their child. Bryon would raise the child as long as Claire had nothing more to do with the child. Then, we never stayed at a place for too long and when we moved around, some people came along, too. We allot our time to “writing, reading, learning, sightseeing, and socialising” rather than just idling around doing nothing. Later on, in my adventures in Italy I encounter multiple sorrowful events. On September 14, 1818, my daughter, Clara Everina, contracts dysentery and eventually passes away. Then, on June 7, 1819, my first son, William, dies of malaria.
Claire Clairmont
Italy provided political freedom, something that couldn’t be reached before, and it was similar to "a country which memory painted as paradise". However, not all was well because it was a difficult time for me. I had to continue writing in order to help my father with his financial struggles, while Percy goes out to mingle with other women of his choice. This is just so disappointing for me to face. Also, many mind-blowing events occurred such as the sudden appearance of a child named Elena Shelley. Elena was said by the Foggis to be Claire’s daughter however this is all just false information. Nonetheless, Percy decides to just adopt her even though she ends up dying in Naples on June 9, 1820. In November 12, 1819, I finally gave birth to a surviving son named Percy Florence. The last event that was the most tragic was the death of Percy. He died on July 8, 1822 when sailing to a friend in the Gulf of Spezia. It is said that he accidentally drowned himself...how tragic! Now, depressed than ever before, my son and I return to England permanently.
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As a fellow struggling parent, I see the pain you must have felt when your children fell victim to Death’s morbid blows. My very own son, like yours, had died from a particularly deadly disease, leaving me in this equally depressed state. I, myself, unleashed the sforzando of my anguish on most of my belongings. I supposed now you can dive into your works as I did, immediately taking a musical tour in Rome. Hopefully you will fare well with your last son… Try to take it adagio for a while my fellow romantic.
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