On grieving 08

Thehalflight, we were in the garden, with the girls. We talked for a long time. After that, Numberone asked me to kill some huge caterpillars. I don't know if you saw them, but they looked like giant plastic bottles. I remembered the rest, but now I don't. But it's okay. Idealised imagination, like idealised past, is best when mildly foggy. I really miss you today.