You consume my thoughts. Your absence actively shapes and colors my world. My memories of you are folded into my actions. I think about you when I make breakfast in the morning. Or when I sit on the veranda to drink tea. Or when Hilde dresses me up or when I laugh with Evette and the cherubs. Sometimes imagining your voice or your face is like a dull ache, but other times, it encourages me to live with all that I am.
