Slept late last night with open windows. This year’s first. Woke to
a gentle breeze and birdsong. The chimes’ soft ringing. Have been
waiting for this and it’s so beautiful
.
Dave is getting better, feeling a bit stronger. I don’t know how
long it will last—it feels like a last gift and I’m going to try
to enjoy it like one.
Went to the movies and early dinner with Bryan yesterday. Talking
about short trips to Decorah and Davie’s. Also thinking that when
the time comes, I will not be able to burn him, to cremate what is
left of him. I just can’t.
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