Sunday, Jan 23, 1881 A beautiful winter day. The weather has been very regular now for a long time. Answered Booths letter. Have been filled with thoughts of dear Gertrude and shed many tears alone in my room thinking of her and longing for her. This evening coming up to my room I looked out of the West window over toward the cemetery across the snowy landscape. A large, brilliant star hung low in the sky directly above her grave which I could see from my window but for the little house in our garden. It seemed like a revelation of her own sweet presence meant for my longing waiting eyes. All the time at home I am filled with tender thoughts of her and cannot bear to go away for I seem nearer to her here.