You know, I told Harold that I was coming tonight, and he said that Agnes wants today to be a celebration of your life, not a memory of your death. Smart kid you two made. Strong. Wise. Sheβs dealing in a way I still havenβt figured out yet. For now, Iβm stuck in the place between sleep and awake...the place where you can still remember dreaming. Maybe we can meet there sometime...go on adventures together. Climb mountains...explore galaxies. Iβd like that. More than you could possibly know.





















