Today I was able to drive from Cincinati to Middle of PA. About 450 miles. The journey was long, but some parts are very nice. I ended up on the PA turn pike. The road was less rough, and you can go 70.

I still think about Paula every day, EVERYDAY. What i hate is the what if crap. What if we would have done this or that. It makes me feel really guilty. Yesterday I had to stop a few times because my eyes were so blurry from crying. I wish I could find a better way to cope with this.