Leaving early in the morning, I’m nervous still, or more, or whatever. I worry that I’ll somehow disappoint or anger Lee, that I will fuck up somehow, that just coming for a week is not enough.
I’ll be okay. But I’m not ready for the end, at least not like I thought I was. I’m afraid of what life is like, motherless.
But look, she’s been gone to you for a couple of years almost, at least as that mother.
But her spirit remains on earth, for now, and it gives me a place to seek out, like now.
Ski is coming early so we can share a ride to the airport. Good Night.