It’s been a little bit since I last wrote in here — there wasn’t much to write after I said goodbye to you. I have a new journal now that I write in, one that Doug gave me for my birthday.Doug — let’s talk about him, shall we?He’s sitting in your old chair right now. It’s a gorgeous Sunday evening. The leaves are all turning color, creating a bouquet of happiness as you once told me. I used to complain that fall meant an end to everything I loved, but you would correct me and say it was the beginning for creating new memories. In your letter to me, you told me that death isn’t the end of a journey, it’s just the crossroads for new decisions. I’d prefer not to deal with death, but if I must, since I must — I can only pray that the decisions I make are worthwhile. Mary has accepted your best friend as part of our family now. He’s a constant fixture. He still goes out and helps neighbours before work, but he comes here afterwards. He says it’s for the home cooked meals, but you and I both know it’s more.
What do You think about [Finding Emma 01.5] Dear Jack?
