Marie and I got to spend the day and night mostly to ourselves. Amelia stayed with her grandparents after we got back from San Diego. For the best so Marie and I could catch up on work and rest. Wish I could’ve just rested, but work is a scar on my life, destined to be there forever, or until it fades enough to be accepted. I miss Amelia dearly when she’s gone. I am always afraid my memory will fade and I will become a stranger. I am also projecting. In the end love paints our characters like erosion carves the valley: bit by bit.
Love you Amelia,