An array of emotions followed Mrs. Johnson's death and funeral. I experienced them all. I will miss Mrs. Johnson greatly, but I know I can go on.

Mrs. Johnson's journey is over. My journey still goes on. I have left the familiar highway that I once traveled on. Now, I am exploring a new interstate. What kind of travelers shall I meet as I travel along this interstate? What new friends will I make? Who will stop and help me when I am in trouble?

Those former familiar faces that I once saw will no longer light the interstate that I am on. Hopefully, I will see them again, when the interstate crosses that highway.

What Are You Writing?

Kourtnee walked into the room when I was writing the prose above. She asked me what I was writing. I told her. She sat on the bed. I finished writing and took my notebook off of the bookshelf. I put the page that I had just written into the notebook. Kourtnee asked could she see my notebook. I told her yes and then handed it to her. She asked me why I had the notebook. I told her that story of the notebook. Mr. Roger Grayson, my third grade teacher had us keep a journal while we were in his class. Instead of just writing about my day-to-day happenings, I wrote about a journey that I was on. I kept the journal going after the class. I usually only wrote in it when I experienced something very great in my life.

Kourtnee smiled at me. She asked could she take the notebook downstairs and read it. I said she could. She left the room with my notebook under her arm.

Later on that night, my notebook was on my bed. There was a note on top of it from Kourtnee. This is what it said…

I read it and sighed. How is she just gonna write a page in my journal? I got the tape off of my desk and taped the note in the back of my notebook. Everytime I added a page to the journal, I would see Kourtnee's note.

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