April 21, 1997
"One hundred days in space"
Dear John:
Just completed one hundred days in space.
Still recall vividly how you looked the last time I saw you, one hundred and three days ago.
You were sitting in your carseat, reaching out for me to release you, grab you, and hold you--but I was in quarantine and could only look at you through the window. Mommy and you drove away. Gloomy day. I stood there alone and thought: man, am I going to miss that little guy.
Goodnight. Love and miss you alot.
Dad.
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