Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Beneath the waxing crescent moon, I held a moonlit vigil by the grave of Cousin Itt. Dressed in a somber black cloak, I paid my respects to our beloved cousin, who had departed this mortal realm.
As I whispered words of remembrance, I sensed Cousin Itt's presence in the rustling leaves and cool night breeze. It felt like he was guiding my preparations for Halloween from beyond.
Until the morrow, Wednesday