I have never been so greived. Just yesterday, before the play, Abraham spoke these very words to me: "We muct both be more cheerful in the future- between the war and the loss of our darling Wille- we have both, been very miserable." And now it seems as though the misery will never end... To think that I was holding his hand when the scoundrel Booth made the fatal shot... And my ivory and white silk fan is stained with blood, a sick reminder of something that I would not be able to forget anyways. I do not think I will ever be able to do anything but mourn for the rest of my life... And I was not even able to tend to him as he lingered before death! The chamber he was in was crowded, and the men in it were not at all symapthetic of my emotion. I collapsed after hearing Abraham making the death rattle, and when I woke again, he was gone. There is nothing that will console me now; it would have been much better if the muderer had gone after me instead of him.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Surrender at Appomattox
After Abraham's reelection, I prayed for a quick end to the war, and thankfully, my prayers have been answered. Finally, Abraham and I may have some weight lifted off our shoulders. Hopefully, the rest of this presidential term will be uneventful. After this war, we deserve some peace and quiet.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Vicksburg
I am overjoyed about our victory at Vicksburg! Unfortunately, my half-sister Emilie Helm, who is visiting us here after the death of her husband, does not, and I am afraid will not, share this joy with us. Her husband was a Confederate general, and she finds the oath of allegiance that is neccesary to enter Union territory as a desecration to her husband's grave. To make matters worse, she had to pass through Union territory to return home after General Helm's funeral. Abraham solved this problem by having her brought here with us. Having her here for me to talk to is something I enjoy; however, I fear that her intense loyalty to her deceased husband may end up creating a rift between us.
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