I’m drawing again, Mom. I have a little friend called Blobs Magician. You’d like him, he’s a little guy and I drew him by accident and looked at him and smiled, and it was in a way I hadn’t in a long time, so I’m still drawing him, and I’m still smiling. Sometimes I halfway think you sent him my way, you loved drawing for me, you loved it when I drew.
You would have kicked so much ass last year. You would have popped straight out of retirement and into phone calls, you wouldn’t have been able to sit still. I hope I have that someday. I at least made terrible gallows jokes for you, that voice will never leave this plane.
I miss you, and I love you, and I’ll always be your chickadee. We’ll be electrical events on the same plane together someday. Until then, I will cultivate your garden.
And remember, wherever you go...
...there you are.












