To Those in the Know

Uncle Thomas caught me in my room today, dancing around to Spectre's music! And then he danced with me instead of teasing me, which was nice of him. I wish he hadn't caught me pretending to me Michael Jackson though... but then he told me he used to tell people he was a long lost Jackson brother...and I felt a little better.

Dad's getting better. He can whisper now. And I know because he chastised me for being in his room all the time and not taking time for myself and then I reminded him that he did that when I was sick and he pretending he couldn't talk or hear then. He's a cheeky lumberjack. He seems in okay spirits. As good as could be expected at the moment. He's worried about everyone. But he'll be okay. And he'll be able to talk again eventually. We didn't think he would be so...that's really good news.

As for me, I'm doing good too. I can do this. Be me. I feel like I can do this. And not just for you all anymore, I can do this for me too.

To Jane

I'll be home next week, Jane. Dad's okay too. He's talking again! Well, whispering. But it's close.

I can't wait to see you. It's been too long...which is my bad, really. But it won't happen again.