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<p>We have crossed into a new state. Canada is closed to Americans so to avoid backtracking through Michigan we drove into Wisconsin.</p>

<p>We are all sad to be leaving Michigan. We have enjoyed our stay immensely, especially the U.P.</p>

<p>Camping in a sparsely populated part of the United States has proven a great way to travel and still practice social distancing.</p>

<p>I stepped out of the tent and watched the sunrise. It was quiet and peaceful.</p>

<p>Sometimes the days that don’t quite work out as planned make the best memories.</p>

<p>This evening I got a call and was asked if I’d like Dad to be part of a National Covid Memorial. Of course I said yes. I will do anything to make sure Dad is not forgotten — as you might have guessed from my writing.</p>

<p>It’s incredible how many things remind me of Dad even in a place he never visited.</p>

<p>I had an odd dream last night. I was getting on a boat, a smallish sized boat, and Dad handed me a long oversized bag. He told me I might not be able to disembark with it. I said, “It doesn’t matter. I’ll swim if I have to. But I’ll get it there. I promise.” [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Based on what I have witnessed in regards to kids not wearing masks or wearing them incorrectly and their parents’ refusal to instill proper mask etiquette, schools don’t stand a chance of staying open. If kids won’t keep their masks on for ten minutes in a store, they will never keep them on for six [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Sometimes it seems I miss Dad more every day, not less.</p>

<p>I didn’t sleep at all last night. I was wide awake thinking about Dad, missing him. His death still seems so surreal. I hate that he died so soon with so much he still wanted to do.</p>

<p>I go out for a relaxing walk with my family in Provincetown and I get angry. Read the sign below and notice the people in the background. I am sure they can read. They are just selfish people who don’t give a shit about the possibility hurting others. It’s not just the people in the [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Covid Memorial projected Dad’s name and picture and many other Covid victims on a wall near the White House. It demonstrated that the dead are not just numbers but loved ones stolen from us too soon. When Dad died there were fewer than 50,000 dead. We have now surpassed 150,000.</p>

<p>This morning, I woke up early to watch the sun rise over the bay. I then biked along the Race Point bike trail. It’s a trail I know well. Today was the first time I really struggled to get up one of the hills. No matter how hard I pulled, I couldn’t seem to suck [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I never bring a computer with me when I travel. Therefore, I can’t type anything long. But I have always kept a journal for my son when we are away. Since I can’t write posts especially for you, I will share my written logs.</p>

<p>One hundred days! Daddy died one hundred days ago, and still the pain feels fresh. There is so much I wanted to say that I will never be able to say. And I talked all the time. I told him everything. And yet, I feel like I didn’t tell him enough.&nbsp; A friend of mine [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Yesterday, I asked my son to please shave my head. I handed him the clippers with the number one attachment and told him he was good to go. Since he had cut my hair once before, I figured he didn’t need too much oversight, so I closed my eyes and relaxed into the buzz cut. [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Several weeks ago I had a bizarre dream in which I needed to get my room number from my former college roommate — Libby, who died twenty-three years ago. In the dream she was alive, and I was frantic trying to reach her by phone to find out the room number. She wouldn’t answer my [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I keep waiting for things to get easier — less sad. So many people told me that as the days pass, things get more manageable. Maybe they meant in the distance future, like in a decade, because there are days I’m still shrouded in unbearable sadness. Lately, it’s like I’m trying to make my way [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I don’t feel well. I’ve been nauseous and I’ve had a horrible headache since yesterday. I’m not sure what’s causing it. I’ve been drinking lots of water so I doubt it’s dehydration. Maybe it is anxiety. What does my future hold? I’m tired of having no direction, no success. Mom is worried I’ve relapsed or [&hellip;]</p>