Sunday, September 27, 2009



Thursday, September 17, 2009

The last time I saw you, you didn't know who I was. I think you knew dad, so I guess I wasn't alive long enough before you couldn't remember anymore. You called me "Betty" the whole time. I must look more like mom with brown hair.
I think that if we had the chance, we would have gotten along really well. I think you would have been proud of me, you would have liked my art.
The last time I went with dad to see you, he said that I look you. I agree.

I'm just glad that dad was there with you.


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Photos I took last year of the beautiful Alex Payne, that I for some reason forgot about until now. I don't know if she has even seen them.



Me on the wall above my dinner time chair at mom and dad's


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

First Day.

It didn't even feel like four months had passed. Maybe a week. Tops.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Earlier today we moved the laundry basket out of the bedroom and near the front door in anticipation of going downstairs to pick up the laundry. Upon noticing its change in location, both cats walked over to the basket and rubbed their front paws up and down the side of it. They both became excited by this strange event and started running around the basket, and then eventually started chasing each other and wrestling. Something as minuscule as moving an object out of it's usual location was the most exciting part of their day.
I wish my cats could talk to me.