We buried her today.

I went to work after. Don't think I could stand seeing the look on my father's face. Or rather, the absence of a look. Absence of anything really.

Found this today in a muggle newspaper. Thought it fit:

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie

Grams wouldn't let me go in yesterday, but I left too early today for her to stop me. I cannot sit by idly and do nothing. We lost people and all I'll have to show for it is for a handful of scars.

I need to do SOMETHING.

I hope Mira and her sister got out okay. I didn't see them but that doesn't mean anything

Enid Stone died Thursday.

Need to owl social worker. Have questions that can't be found in regulations.

Rose owled about buying a bowling ball. Does she really want to go again? Might be fun.