Dear Diary,

I can't believe I'm married to my childhood bestfriend, my soulmate, my partner in crime, my ride or die, my one true love, my home, Keith.

We may have seperated, fought a lot, fought battles alone, shed blood, sweat, and tears, healed, fell in love...and in the end, we still walked the same path together and forgave ourselves.

I wished my father was alive and walked me through the aisle the day of the wedding. I know he's watching over us. I can't wait to meet him again.

My young heart couldn't possibly imagine herself following my father's footsteps, let alone take the risk of entering law school. It strenghtened my heart and led me to greater heights. Until my last breath, I have sought justice upon his death.

And this diary, I kept for as long as I can remember, is my heart and soul. Every page, every date, every word, between the lines, have captured the good, the bad, and the ugly. To my future self, my kids, and granchildren, I want to give this to you as a gift. There were a few pages left, and I would like you to continue it, your own, your story. May you walk your path towards greatness.

Sincerely,
Trisha