Happy Friday! November crawls forth. It looks more like how October was supposed to but didn’t until the end. How are you doing? I would suppose winter break is about exactly a month from now. I wish you best of luck until then.
We’ve not done much this week either. Aaron went to stay with his friend to help her while she’s sick, so we hold up the computer to Jeopardy for him every night. Mom and I have been watching documentaries and old movies while he’s gone. Gone with the Wind lasted all my life. I might ask ‘what have you been doing for fun lately?’ but I don’t know what you did for fun before lately. What do you do for fun? The last I remember, infinite years ago, you liked Ihascupquake and Yandere Simulator (presumably watching others play it, as Mom (Mel) didn’t know what it was about to my memory, lol). I mean, when I was nine I liked documentaries about crime and writing stories about cats — wait, that hasn’t changed much.
I’ve tried to make a document of all the memories that I have of you, before they grow too slim, and the list is very short thus far. I ought to have made one when I was 12, but I didn’t think it would go on this long. I remember saying to Mom in fall of 2017, “Maybe we’ll have Soren back in time for Halloween!” and her acting confused. I don’t know what I might have done if I’d known otherwise. Alas, alas. Half of them were just memories where you were present, not memories of you, and so insignificant as well. No birthdays, no holidays, only ‘one time we went through a Starbucks drive-thru and you got a mocha, if this memory isn’t a complete fabrication’. At least we have the flickr, though the amount of creeps who look at our photos is uncomfortable (prospective creeps — don’t).
At least here is one upside: when it’s been eight years in 2024, I can start singing it like in that one My Chemical Romance song. Sigh. I’m going to go eat, now. Maybe if I can add more to the document I’ll post it. I love you.
With love,
Alice