Little sweetheart, I sat down to watch Gandhi last night and was struck by the filmmakers preface at before the movie had even truly begun. All of it is terribly resonant as I write to, of, about and for you.
It helped me, once I'd begun composing book one of the memoirs, to write down a sentiment much like this, giving myself permission to get to as much as I can, chasing down every thought and memory and recording them but not cursing myself for not gathering up everything. Indeed, allowing for further volumes so that I can do just that and not setting about the impossible task of getting everything between the pages of just one book, so that even just setting out, we've already said that nothing ends, not even these writings - we just run out of paper, to return again immediately thereafter.
The most important part, just as in the last sentence of the image below, to be faithful in spirit.
Always, little sweetheart. May I ever be faithful to your spirit, faithful to you. With all my love.
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