I haven’t written in nearly a month. At first, it was because the weather was good and I was doing chores, spending time outside, and gathering with friends. But about mid-January, Ken lost his oldest daughter. She had gotten sick with a cough and fever and nothing they did could help her recover. The other children came down with the virus, but they recovered well. I’ve cried for weeks, and I’m fighting some depression. Ken, who usually came by to visit daily, has made himself scarce. Corey is the one coming by to check on everyone now. Our meetings have been somewhat listless, although we’ve set another feast since two deer were shot yesterday. I almost don’t want to go.