Dear papa,

It has been so long since we last shared anything. Evan if it was a monologue from me. I came across these words:

"Do you have a magic spell to return someone to life?" She asked.
"No" the witch said. "I am sorry."
"Oh."
"Why don't you tell me about them?"
"Will that bring them back?"
"For us. For a little while. Stories are a different kind of magic."

I wish there was a way to describe what goes on in the brain when one thing triggers another and there is a whole cascade of re-collections or thoughts that come tumbling out into the bright sun rubbing their eyes surprised at themselves the most of having found them selves out into  the open.
Slightly embarrassed at being exposed.

Below all this grief and of loss and sometimes the pain of having lost you, I feel deeply grateful for having experienced an emotion as deep and having been loved by you. For being part of the family that you and mummy created and nurtured. I wish you were around to see some of what I am doing today. Maybe you would have been proud.

Love
Chuti-Muti