My dearest Momanimal,
I was about to stop addressing you directly and suddenly the past days were so very rough and raw. I missed you desperately. I wonder.
Anyway. The pebbles. They are a story by themselves. One I tried to write but I simply can not, yet. So I stopped trying. I collected them 4 days before you died, knowing you had drifted away.
Up, up, up. The sun finally shows after weeks and weeks of rain. Or so it seems. I hear the lawnmovers everywhere around us as today is the first dry day. I love you. I miss you. It would be the greatest if you could come back.
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