May 7, 2011
It's the first time that we've talked since you died and in the dimly lit minutes between waking up and waking up again we found each other, or perhaps you found me. We talked about the state of things. I remarked that you had your health back again now that the drugs had worn off and you agreed. Is that what great age is, nothing but an unwelcome chemical assault robbing us of ourselves? We found each other inside but after a while we ventured out into the street where, holding hands, we joined the bustling throng of life outside.