June 21, 2004

I think I’ve figured out a way to deal with some of the grief: making a memorial for Basette here at the house. I have a small table with pictures of all of my relatives who have died, poems I wrote for eulogies, and knick-knacks that remind me of them. An apple pie-scented candle for my grandmother who baked amazing pies; a picture of my Dad playing with the cats; two pages worth...