Got up as usual after a very restless and uneasy night. Prepared my breakfeast and looked out for the weather. It was an unusual fine day. Went to the shop as all ways, first reading the paper in the Livery office put in 1/2 days work and will do so to morrow. Got home eleven o’clock. Found a letter from Bertha Seuss and mailed a postcard to Pittsfield, Mass. Went at 1/2 past 1 o’clock to the shop, and found two letters waiting for me, which I wish would never have come, at least not yet. It is only a few days ago that I received comunication from my father, stating his health improving, and to days letter tells me of his sudden death on heart failure. I can hardly believe it, but still it is the truth. My good old father, happy the man, who could call him by this name. Mother was taken from me, now three years ago, and he never got over it. How glad I am, that I went home two years ago, to shake once more Hands with the best father, any human being can have in the World. It is hard, to be in far away countrys unable to help and assist the old folks, who are living in the old world. This was the case with my dear, beloved mother and now again, with father, it nearly breaks my heart. How will I end? And how the one I love? God give them peace.
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