Sunday, June 27, 1880 Very hot weather. Sara making her final preparations to leave tomorrow. I cannot bear to think of her going for we shall miss her very much. She and I went over to the cemetery after tea. The daisies I placed on dear Gertrudes grave last Monday were still quite fresh. Dear, darling Gertrude. I have been reading some of her letters today. In one of them from College Hill she speaks of Mrs. Bissell and her loneliness and sadness and she says that if I should die and leave her she is sure she could not live without me. Dear loving heart. I wonder if she is conscious of my grief for her. I wonder if she can know how sad the world is without her. No one was ever more tenderly and devotedly beloved than I was and I do not think she could have endured my loss. It is wiser that she went first. I often think of going to her with a feeling of longing.