My son Jack and I leave for the airport in a few minutes. In her journal from her bike trip in Australia, Susie wrote that we should strive for the bittersweet. That’s what this trip is. Tomorrow morning I will show her brother and sister where Susie was killed and then we will walk about two blocks away in the National Park and plant a beautiful tree that will be celebrated on Saturday, her birthday. I hope that a lot of people will come, so I can introduce Susie to those who didn’t know and renew her acquaintance with those who did. I’ll write more when I get home.