“What do I do if I miss you?” “When I die?” “No, when you change. You just said not dying.” … “Well, when you miss me, you’ll go somewhere big and open, a place like our lake or any place where you can see the whole sky. Once you’re there, take a big, deep breath, and start to notice all the things we notice when we’re together.” “Like birds?” “Yes, notice the cardinals, the scissor-tailed flycatchers…”
