1842-Waldo dies of Scarlet Fever

Death has very much become a theme through out my life. After losing my father, and my first love, I lose my one and only son. Disease crept into his life and killed his flourishment till death. I tried to hide from pain like an owl hides from the sun but no matter how hard I try, dawn kept breaking each day. And with every new dawn, my heart shattered a little bit more. I know it was Waldo's time to move on, the same way birds migrate each winter. I know that in the death of this field I will see growth in other fields, including my own. I must constantly remind myself that life for myself is not over, that I must let this fire shape me, not incinerate me. So, that through experiences I can dig deep and grow closer to the creation and the creator, rather than fall back.