I am unloading all the boxes of books that I picked up from Dean last week. Four huge boxes of books written in a techie language that might as well be Greek. The boxes are so heavy I have to unload them from the back of my truck which I have parked sideways near the door to the front room.I look at the various notes and pieces of paper, written in English with numeric hieroglyphics. I am amazed at how smart he was at something that is clearly so beyond my understanding or comprehension. I think about his intelligence, lost forever, inacessible to me or anyone else, the sheer enormity of that thought cause me knees to buckle and I cry great big drops of tears that fall onto the book I am holding in both hands, I leg go of the right side of the book and it opens to page marked by a kleenex tissue. I laugh through my tears, thinking that Chirs has somehow placed that tissue in there for me.
thanks honey.
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