Hello,

So, it's been a few months. Actually, seven to be exact. To be blunt, I finished these up as my last fic on this site. You can check my bio for more details, but for TL;DR, and fic in general has been taking a backburner to everything else in my life and I can't promise longform fic anymore, but I appreciate everything it's done for me. Therefore, chapters 6-10 will be posted as a large batch.

You can still leave reviews, and I'll probably still read and respond! I'll also have contact info in my bio if you have any personal comments or questions.

Thanks for everything!

July 15, 1964

Hello Diary,

Miriam fell again. It wasn't serious, like last time, but it was scary nevertheless. It was in the living room this time – she was getting up from her chair to go and get the mail, and she tripped. Carrie and Cory found her when they came in for lunch, so she hadn't been on the floor for very long. She wouldn't let me take her to the doctor's, but after a quick once over and a call from Chris, we figured she would be okay, if not a little bruised.

I don't want to accept that she's getting old. She's 71 though, and while for some that would be no issue, she's really being hit hard by the years. She's talked about moving into a retirement home for awhile now. I will have to say, her willingness to do that is admirable. I know a lot of old people fight it, but she knows she'll have the best care. She's admitted that she's been getting forgetful too… I'm afraid of her slowly becoming senile and having nobody to take care of her.

In any case, I've started house hunting. I don't need anything remarkably big, but my current salary is saying that we can at least stay out of a cheap downtown apartment. I want to stay close, though. I can't put everyone, especially Carrie and Cory, through a big move again. Not this soon anyway.

I'll be taking everyone to the library on Saturday. Carrie has been begging to go since yesterday, and Miriam, for obvious reasons, can't drive right now. Plus, the copies of the newspapers I requested from Virginia should be in by then. Thank goodness for the postal system.

These ones are from around August of 1960. The newspapers down there still ask why I ask for so many copies of articles, but they know the drill by now. I think the oldest of the bunch has my (Lucille's) obituary. The most recent has Nicholas'.

It's been a lot of years since I've thought of Nick. God, I was so young when we met at that Christmas ball. We were still so young when I stopped talking to him. What, three, four years? And then he died. I don't know exactly how and when, just that it happened and that it was for sure him. I'll probably paste both articles in here when I get them.

I don't know why I've become so obsessed with my past life. I should be doing my best to forget, but I can't. I don't think I ever could. There's a lot I want to tell everybody – Chris, Cathy, the Twins, even Miriam. It probably won't be for a long time, though. The twins are too young, and I want Chris and Cathy to have a healthy start to adulthood. It's the least I can afford them.

Until tomorrow,

Camilla D.