Dear Diary,
Today was a sad day for me. As well as my brother. Today is the fifth anniversary of the death of our parents.
I still forget how much they meant to me, Diary. They always encouraged my love for books and Egypt.
First I shall tell you about my mother. She was always there for me. She never gave up on me, especially about the Bembridge Scholars. She wanted me to follow and fulfill all of my dreams. She told me that there would be one special man out there that was perfect for me and would make me happy. She was always right, especially about my perfect man. She was also quite beautiful; I inherited her hazel eyes and dark hair. But she was absolutely gorgeous, more gorgeous than any other woman I've ever seen. But her wonderful spirit and personality made her even more beautiful. She seemed to glow, especially when she would talk of Egypt, her homeland. She was the most wonderful mother anyone could ask for; I miss her so much.
And my father. He was my hero; no man could be greater than him. I remember how I used to climb in his lap and beg him to tell me stories of his exploring days. I also loved to hear about how he and mother met, and about their wedding. I remember how my little hand would fit inside his big and strong one. He always made me feel so secure and loved. I knew he would always protect me. I definitely inherited my love of books from him. We had an absolutely massive library, filled to the brim with books. Everything from Shakespeare to Webster's, it was in our library. I remember his favorite book--Moby Dick. He would read that book at least three times a year. I still have the volume, it rests on a shelf exactly where he put it the last time he read it. It's so worn the pages are about to fall out. But it was his favorite, and I am sure to take the greatest care with it. I miss him very much, too.
Normally, we would have visited their graves today, but we are still in Cairo. My parents are both buried in the cemetery near the manor in London. Rick says that soon we will move to London; I cannot blame him, we are all slightly nervous in Egypt. The city is still in the process of being rebuilt after our "friend" destroyed it. But life has finally begun to settle down. Jonathan has, sadly, resumed his drinking. But at least now I have Rick on my side to set my brother straight when he comes home at all hours of the morning.
Everyday I thank God for Rick. Perhaps when I write my next entry, I shall simply write all of the things I love about my husband.
Until then,
~Evelyn
Today was a sad day for me. As well as my brother. Today is the fifth anniversary of the death of our parents.
I still forget how much they meant to me, Diary. They always encouraged my love for books and Egypt.
First I shall tell you about my mother. She was always there for me. She never gave up on me, especially about the Bembridge Scholars. She wanted me to follow and fulfill all of my dreams. She told me that there would be one special man out there that was perfect for me and would make me happy. She was always right, especially about my perfect man. She was also quite beautiful; I inherited her hazel eyes and dark hair. But she was absolutely gorgeous, more gorgeous than any other woman I've ever seen. But her wonderful spirit and personality made her even more beautiful. She seemed to glow, especially when she would talk of Egypt, her homeland. She was the most wonderful mother anyone could ask for; I miss her so much.
And my father. He was my hero; no man could be greater than him. I remember how I used to climb in his lap and beg him to tell me stories of his exploring days. I also loved to hear about how he and mother met, and about their wedding. I remember how my little hand would fit inside his big and strong one. He always made me feel so secure and loved. I knew he would always protect me. I definitely inherited my love of books from him. We had an absolutely massive library, filled to the brim with books. Everything from Shakespeare to Webster's, it was in our library. I remember his favorite book--Moby Dick. He would read that book at least three times a year. I still have the volume, it rests on a shelf exactly where he put it the last time he read it. It's so worn the pages are about to fall out. But it was his favorite, and I am sure to take the greatest care with it. I miss him very much, too.
Normally, we would have visited their graves today, but we are still in Cairo. My parents are both buried in the cemetery near the manor in London. Rick says that soon we will move to London; I cannot blame him, we are all slightly nervous in Egypt. The city is still in the process of being rebuilt after our "friend" destroyed it. But life has finally begun to settle down. Jonathan has, sadly, resumed his drinking. But at least now I have Rick on my side to set my brother straight when he comes home at all hours of the morning.
Everyday I thank God for Rick. Perhaps when I write my next entry, I shall simply write all of the things I love about my husband.
Until then,
~Evelyn