The Dion Project

Dear Chris,   I was starting to journal on a wonderful app on my iPad. But I feared that if anything were to happen to said device it would all be lost.  I have moved the journal here instead. Please keep my thoughts safe Google, I emplor you.

  Dear Chris,   Every day I hope with all my heart that you will call and tell me you want to be part of your life again.  Every day I am let down. 

Wish you were totally healthy and could join us.  Dear Chris,  The above note was a text you sent me while out for Jonathan’s 18 birthday dinner. I it makes me think that your wish was provisional based on that I could not attend, COVID 19 I was not invited to Nicholas’ birthday I did not get a Merry Christmas  Be well I will continue to live until I am alive again. 

  Dear Chris, I’ve been watching a show called Call the Midwife. As you can imagine lots of newborns.  Tomorrow our son turns 18! I try to recall every memory of his life and fail.  I do remember bringing him home and his wavering cry. I also remember the smell of that very little person, I think of it as a salty smell.  Later he smelled of lavender baby wash. That one always kicks my in the cry box when I smell it.  Tonight he is our little boy for the last time.  Tomorrow he is a man. Be well I will continue to live until I am alive again. 

  Dear Chris, I had a pickle tonight. I am high.  I thought it might be nice to tell you that pickles are very tasty when high.  I wanted to tell you and have you make a dirty joke of it because you were high also.  Be well I will continue to live until I am alive again