Feb 11

Little sweetheart, it’s kind of an odd day, today. 

My mom always used to give me a desk calendar, the kind with all 365 days, each one having its own page, where you tear off the previous day’s page to land on the current one. The very last one she gave me was in use here on the day I flew out to see you for what I couldn’t know would be our last month together. 

I got up early that morning on February 11 to fly to SFO for our film screening, Valentines Day, and to see you in your play at San Jose Stage. When I returned a month later, ruined, broken, that calendar was still here on the bookshelf, that date still affixed. 

I never turned another page of it. But I kept it, only moving it, just last month, into the red table room. 

I’m not even sure what more to say except that I miss and long for you terribly. Please be near me in these days to come, won’t you little sweetheart? And take me to you the moment heaven will allow.

With love & faith…