In High Gear

I’m sorry I died on you. I didn’t want you to have to go through that again. Believe me, if I had any choice, we’d have all lived a ripe old age and then died all together.

Sometimes I worry that you’re the forgotten good child. You make so few squeaky noises; what if you don’t get enough grease? I try to show you enough love, but how much is enough? I could never show you all that I feel. And I feel so dominated by the catastrophes.

I truly do love you so. I honestly deep in my soul love you, you strange, strange bird. You beautiful creature.

There aren’t any big confessions to make to you, other than I’m sorry I didn’t treat you as well as you deserved. I got you into a lot of stuff you wouldn’t have bought into on your own. You took on a lot of hassle and strife, for the love of me. You stuck by me through some horrible times. I am forever grateful.

I am also truly grateful for the wonderful timesyou have given me, and all that we have shared. You have been my rock and my foundation. You’ve been what I needed.

I love you, my baby. Be safe and be well.

Love,
Spring

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