With seeds and apologies and a smile, [Your Cousin]
"What does it say?" I asked, because some of us still needed words spelled out. Dear Cousin Bill And Ted Pjk
The closer we came to the end of the list, the stranger our errands grew. We were asked to retrieve a childhood promise that was kept in a pocket of a coat donated thirty years earlier, to return a letter that had never found its postage, to trade a single second of silence for a lifetime of laughter. The tasks were small and enormous at once, like picking up marbles rolled under the couch of the world. With seeds and apologies and a smile, [Your
"What does 'here' want?" you asked, not rhetorically but as if asking the temperature. The tasks were small and enormous at once,
Bill traced the word with a finger that shook slightly. "It wants us to be here. To finish every small mercy we've been avoiding. To talk to people we've been pretending we have time to ignore. To forgive the ones who left and the ones who stayed."