I'm back in Inuvik, back to my old life, back to a schedule and routine. It doesn't feel like home, cause my home is where my heart is, and my heart is with the love of my life in Yellowknife . . . I miss him so much, I started missing him from the moment my hand left his at the airport, it was the hardest thing to say goodbye, it was the most difficult last few days with him because I knew what was coming, that I'd be on my way back here without him. The morning I was set to leave he asked for my pregnancy journal because he had been wanting to write something in there . . . as I packed my things he sat quietly and began writing . . .
Quentin meant for this letter to be read on my flight back home, he said 'don't read it until you get on the plane' . . . so I did. And as I boarded my flight I sat there completely heartbroken until I opened the last page in my pregnancy journal and began reading. My eyes filled with tears and I found it extremely difficult to read. And just as I finished reading the letter I closed my journal and we ascended through the clouds and the sun began shining through the windows. I felt complete happiness, it was beautiful . . .