Jan 16, 2015
I opened the door today to beautiful Loz, armed with home made dog treats and concerned questions.
I can talk normally about some parts, but struggle to keep tears inside. Not for a fear of crying, but a fear of not being able to stop. We talked about cremation and burial and ritual, and goals for the year, and politics and Melbourne activist cliques and other things that are a blur.
I am definitely more impressed with the biscuits than Luca. She would prefer meat biscuits.
Later that day I take her to the park and buy her fish and chips. It seems extravagant. She seems pretty stoked.