Will (short for Willow), asked me about this journal yesterday. I told her it was a sort of diary. She didn't seem to understand it. I asked if she could read. She told me that, no, she couldn't.

I'm going to teach her how. If I die before her, she may be sad. Maybe this will help her feel close. Or not as alone. Or more alone. What will the outcome be?

Loneliness. That is the only outcome for us.