Lucille, age 16, Fall:

Hey Diary,

Today in math class, I was assigned to sit next to the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen (you already know who I’m talking about.) Whenever I’m around him, it feels like a thousand winged creatures are trying to escape my chest. He has the most captivating bright blue eyes that I have ever seen. His eyes are so expressive, revealing every emotion. My favorite thing about his eyes is the way they light up when he’s laughing. As you know, he has been one of my friends (although not a close friend) for several years now. I’m hoping that we become better friends this year sitting next to each other in class. I just hope that he doesn’t catch on to how big of a crush I have in him. Maybe getting to know him better will actually help me get over my crush.

Lucille, age 16, still Fall:

Diary,

It’s not working. The more I get to know him, the more my crush grows. Not only is he so good looking, he is also kind, smart, selfless and so funny. And, he laughs at all my jokes, even when they’re not funny.

Lucille, age 16, Winter:

Diary!

Guess what?! We hung out tonight (in our normal group of friends), but he was talking to me more than anyone else. We all went for a walk around the waterfront, and we climbed to the top of that big fountain in the town square. When I was climbing down I got scared at one point, and I think he noticed because he took my hand and helped me down the rest of the way. I think maybe he also has a crush on me? I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but I just can’t stop thinking about him.

Lucille, age 16, Spring:

Dair- Diary,

I…I don’t even know what to say. I’m so heartbroken. He…he asked my best friend to the spring formal instead of me. Was I wrong the whole time? I’m such an idiot. Of course he has a crush on her. She’s prettier, smarter, and much more popular than I am. Of course it’s her that he likes. I know this isn’t the end of the world, but right now it feels like it. I can’t stop crying. It feels like I’m dying.

Will anyone ever love me, Diary?

Lucille, age 16, Summer:

Dearest Diary,

I’m done worrying about boys this year, Diary. I only have one more year left of high school and I’m going to make it my sole focus to get into nursing school next year. It’s time for me to focus on me and my future. I’m done talking about him to you, Diary. This is my year.

Lucille, age 17, Winter:

Good afternoon Diary,

I’ve been doing well. In fact, I found out that I got accepted into a 4 year nursing program next year. I’m so excited to graduate and start my future.

I know I said I wouldn’t talk about him anymore, but I thought you should know he’s still in my life. In fact, he’s one of my best friends. I’m thankful to have him in my life, and I’m glad we didn’t risk ruining it by doing something crazy like dating.

Lucille, age 17, Spring:

DIARY,

He asked me to go with him to our senior prom! I know, I know…I’m not reading into things to much. I’m just so excited to get to spend this last moment of high school with my best friend.

Lucille, age 17, Summer:

Hey Diary,

I’m sorry it’s been awhile. I’ve been really happy. Me and him spent the whole summer together and he actually asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course I said yes, and I’ve been so busy and happy spending time with him that I completely forgot to update you.

I bet you can tell that I’m not as happy as I should be, right? Of course you can tell. Well, he’s going away to college in another state, and he left today. We’re going to try to do long distance, but I’m going to miss him so much.

Do you think we can make it, Dairy?

Lucille, age 22, Fall:

Diary,

I bet you thought I forgot about you, huh? I’m sorry I haven’t written in so long. The last few years I’ve been in nursing school, and I haven’t had much time to consider writing to you. I graduated earlier this year with my BSN and I have passed my nursing licensure exam. I’m starting my first nursing job this week actually.

And that boy with the bright blue eyes and beautiful laugh? I married him two weeks ago. I’ve never been so happy Diary.

Lucille, age 55, Spring:

Dear Diary,

Wow, it’s been a long time. It’s honestly a little surreal to be doing this again. I guess I’ll get right to it. I’ve been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. They said it’s progressing at one of the fastest rates they’ve ever seen, and there’s not a lot of treatment options for me at this stage. I’m so scared, Diary.

I mentioned to my doctors that I used to love to keep a journal, and they seem to think that it would be therapeutic for me now.

I guess I’ll start by updating you on what you missed. Me and the love of my life have stayed married this whole time. The two of us ended up having 3 children, two boys and one girl respectively. They are all amazing, and I’m so proud to be their mother. They’re all grown up now, taking on the world with a confidence that I envy. My children, along with my husband have become my whole world.

The thing that scares me the most about my diagnosis is that I might one day forget them.

Lucille, age 57:

My doctors told me to write about a happy memory today, but it’s getting harder to remember anything at all.

I remember a boy with blue eyes, dancing with me, spinning me around until I’m dizzy. I feel so safe in that memory, and it feels so real. I can’t tell if this is a memory or a dream. Regardless, I think I love that blue eyed boy.

Lucy:

There’s a blue eyed man that visits our nursing home often. He’s nice to all of the residents but it’s me that he spend the most time with.

He makes me laugh. I think I like him.

Thomas, 60, Winter:

My beautiful Lucy died with myself and our children at her side this past week. Her illness took her mind and body quickly, but it never took her spirit. I’m lost without her, but I know I’ll see her again one day.

I will see you again one day, my Lucy. I can’t wait to dance with you again, spin you, and hold you in my arms. You have my heart now and forever.

Love,

Your Blue-eyed boy.