Dear Lewis,
Today you are 64.

I picked the tulips to frame as they hold the dearest memories. I think I chose well.

It is a beautiful morning. The light is soft, just as you liked. Angles and colours, filtered by trees out the bedroom window. The curtains moving in a puff of air.

Year II

Ok so it has been awhile since I entered anything.
I thought I would try and see how long it would take until I talked with you again. Seems the day you ceased to exist. A day I helped to decide is the time I need to talk with you again.

It started with my awakening twice last night being strangled. A good way to capture my attention. Then the phone was tuned to your face twice. Then finally I heard you yelling at me to buy lotto tickets. I hate buying tickets. I hated that you spent so much money on losing. But I understood how much it was a part of the illusion that kept you going.

I saw the sun in a blur at sixish. I held your hand. I felt your warmth.

Roses are red
Violets are Blue
Lewis I still Love you.