Es ist ein sonniger Donnerstag in diesem kleinen Dorf.
Mein Gehirn denkt manchmal auf Deutsch und manchmal auf Englisch. Jeden Tag verstehe ich ein bisschen mehr. Unser Sohn spricht so viel Deutsch und ohne einen Akzent, es ist unglaublich.
I dreamt of you last night – or I dreamt of mourning you or of both, I’m not sure.
Magnus talks about you, that he misses you, that it sucks that you died and I agree.
Even though he has no real memories of you, even tho I’m the only active person in his life that knew you, that even in this entirely new life across the world from where you lived and died, you are still a part of his life in his thoughts.
C and I were talking today about the rest of our lives here, now that things are becoming more concrete, and when Magnus is older I want to take him on a trip to a place that meant a lot to you, or a place you wanted to go but never did, like Avery Island. I don’t know yet where, I have some time to figure out it.
ad astra per aspera 