Dear Ernie,
Hey, it's been a while, what, five, six years? Yeah, a long while. Um, wanna go on a date? Picture this, the park, the one close by my campus, there's a nice place with a lake. There's a place we can walk through that leads to a bridge that goes above the water, it's through some woods though, like that one you walked me through to get over my fear of the dark (which kind of worked haha). And if you keep walking there's a little park with a big slide like the park back home, we could climb the jungle gym and go down that slide all day, we would probably lose weight by the time we decide to stop. We would keep walking down the path and take pictures of each other doing silly things like hanging upside down from trees, dumb poses to look like them or pretending to be an animal in one of those trees. Then you would probably have to help me down from them since even though I'm not afraid of heights, I am afraid of falling. Even if it would gross you out, it would be great if we could do some bug hunting and find some of the ones in my bug book. And when you get grossed out enough, we can just go sit on a bench or go back to the playground to eat our packed lunches. I know public places aren't really our thing, but an isolated public place is fine, right? Just sitting down and talking about our ups and downs in life would be enough, we have a lot to catch up on since I left. Taking silly pictures would be awesome too, since back then I hated it but I realized that looking back there weren't that many pictures of us and I wish there were more, at least to remember that certain day. I usually try to live in the moment, but what happens when the moment is gone and you have nothing but a picture in your head to remember it by? So let's take a lot of pictures, so when we have dementia, we can look back at those pictures, though we might not remember the day but somehow I know it'll make us smile.
Your Best Friend, Dannie.
