I remember you in memories of running in the rain, of funny children’s stories, and haunted Halloweens. Of how you learned to hold me and simply let me cry, listening to my many fears to heal me of my fright. Of you overcoming phobias so I wouldn’t be alone while camping in the woods or giving talks on Type. Nightmare trips in broken cars and cabins full of scouts, houses filled with strangers and jeep rides in the night. Letters shared in parking lots and rooms filled with flowers, the kaleidoscope of memories that keeps our love alive.

Eileen 2000