I guess I’ll write—finish doing what I was doing before tragedy struck. It’s hard to have good things when you know others are suffering. I have to carry on. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to do more for others—somehow, some way. “I sit beside the fire and think Of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring That I shall ever see.”—J.R.R. Tolkien

👨‍👧 My Dad...

He's called 9 times today. He's cute. Wants to come over to the house. But it's too hot and he just got back from the doctor's office. Hard to write when he does that, but we both are excited to be together again. ☺️ Yeah, I'm on the book....I have an thing on Saturday, too...but my dad is so darn cute. Sorry.