My heart reaches out to Heather. My strong and beautiful Heather.

If only they could see what is happening around them right now.

As my dad leads a prayer, I watch Heather closely. I've known that she's been coming every day since this happened. Sarah didn't have to tell me because I see her. I watch her constantly. I am at her side always, even though she doesn't realize it.

Getting that machine to beep in response to her questions was easy. But she needed to not let her thoughts control her. I saw when she was reading that testimony. She wanted to try it out. She talked to herself a lot before coming right out with it today. She thought she would sound crazy. But Sarah beat her to the punch, because she's been talking to me like that for days.

Heather is stronger than she will ever know. Or she will know, when I tell her. When I tell her how much I love her.

She has been reading my journal. I know she is piecing things together. Things will make sense when this blows over. God knows why this is happening. And I am understanding why.