Table of contents for Letters to David
- Dear David: Christmas Day
- Dear David: Your Memorial
- Dear David: Mister Hugh
- Dear David: Thanks for Helma
- Dear David: The Magnolia Tree
- Dear David: Month One
- Dear David: The Basement
- Dear David: When?
- Dear David: Month Two
- Dear David: Mister Hugh in the City
- Dear David: Month Three
- Dear David: Month Four
- Dear David: Month Five
- Dear David: Month Six
- Dear David: Month Seven
- Dear David: A Poem
- Dear David: Month Eight
- Dear David: Month Nine
- Dear David: Month 10
- Dear David: Month 11
- Dear David: Month 12
Dear David,
I’m writing because I strongly felt both your presence and absence today. I talked myself into accepting an invitation to a houseful of people, mostly people I didn’t know but I felt I could trust would be alright with me. It wasn’t easy, but I managed the best I could. There were some moments when I wanted to disappear, but I hung on and went into observation mode.
You would’ve loved it there — two families with three kids each, one of them is a cadet of yours. Lots of hustle and bustle, with an old dog padding through now and again. I know how much you love animals and kids, and you would’ve gotten along famously with this bunch. I kept alternating between seeing you at the table, and waiting for you to show up. { continue reading… }


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