Wednesday, 29 June 2005 [11:00 p.m.]:
To my gentle Keith –Hi, honey, how are you? Today hasn’t been good – I’ve cried so much for you – it’s back like it was weeks ago. In a way I prefer it, though, to the times when you feel so distant and lost to me.
Had a look today to an old National Geographic and two things made me think of you. There was a photo essay about a young bull moose in Denali that was wounded, and ultimately killed, by a pack of wolves. There were several grizzlies and cubs that got involved and even ravens. I’ve just been sitting here looking at a photo of a faceoff between a raven and the moose. (I wish I had a scanner to take a copy of the photo.) You can see that the moose doesn’t comprehend his punishment – I think that moose and I have a lot in common.
The other thing was a photo taken in New Zealand of some snowy mountains reflected in a marsh. It’s beautiful because of the mountains, but not because of the photo – I know that you would have done so much better of a job of it.
I have to go see a specialist tomorrow and I don’t know what is going to happen. I had a sleep this afternoon and then spent some time reading and you felt really close to me then. Thank you for being with me. I also was thinking about the blanket that Clayton’s daughter made for you – where is it now, honey?
"Rough Boy" is playing and I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. I listen to "Follow Me" and his voice becomes your voice.
It’s late and I haven’t had dinner yet. I made it ages ago but Wozza wasn’t here and I just didn’t get ‘round to it.
Stay happy, strong and free. All my love,
- Susan
posted by Susan @ 11:22 pm
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