3/12/13. dear elsie.

Whatever you can manage.  That's all I ask.  I can take you out for texting and scones.  I can take you out for walks.  But none of those things will ever be, if you can't be here.  
Remember when you ate that last meatball on your plate, and you still had some spaghetti left and you know, and I know, that you can’t eat spaghetti without meatballs. Remember?
Remember when you found out that the larynx isn't a weapon or a part of your leg? Remember?

I can remember. Why did you have to leave? I'm just being a sore loser. But somehow, I don't want to lose. I don't want to lose to anyone. But there's one person I always lose to. He's not even a person. He's not even my dad.

And then ther [here, the text is obscured by some unidentifiable brown substance.]

Sorry, I spilled coffee there.

Signed:

Eisle

For:

elsie, 1913 to 1964.