The winter is shaping up to be quite a good one. It seems as if we may get another storm tonight, it is getting pretty bad out there. I hope it is not too bad, I have a trip to Hogsmeade planned for Saturday. I do not want to miss it.
It does not seem like my father is getting any better. As the winter gets worse, so does he. His caretaker just wrote me and told me that it may be over before the spring sets in. This is a time I had hoped would never come. I do not want to lose him, he is the only family I have. *tear* He has what the muggle doctors call lukemia. It seems to have spread throughout his body, and will not recede. I may have to leave. I hope not too soon. I don't know if I am able to handle it.
My dear Albus,
If you have read what I had previously wrote, you will understand my down mood. Though everytime I think of the other night, I cannot help but feel relieved of some of the stress. We need to do that more often, it keeps me sane to know that you are right there with me. I miss you terribly when we are apart, even when it is only a few feet down the hall. You are my salvation and I hope to keep you that way for a very long time. Thank you for being you.
With loves always,
PS. See you Saturday morning!
I hope that everyone is enjoying their holiday season, and that everyone has bought their gifts. Christmas is soon approaching. I know that one particular person is looking forward to it..