Or the Duke of Caimbridge if you prefer. Anyhoo another wierd dream last night. The Prince and I were at the top of a ski slope, but in summertime, so it was covered in grass. There was a massive orange tarp slide going down it in zig zaggy directions, kind of like an ultra mega platinum huge slip n' slide.

We had to go down it on our bellies, but half on top of each other like a luge. Along the way we have to try to rescue Muppets which are dangling on ropes throughout the course. Occassionally there are these giant playing cards (about the size of a car) ramped at angles that we had to jump to avoid pits of purple acid.

Get to the bottom with all these rescued Muppets and guess what? They turn EVIL and start attacking us! WTF.

I had a dream last night that the Green Lantern was teaching me how to shoot bow and arrow. My target was a carved out watermelon pegged to a telephone post with little melon balls in it. I was supposed to hit a melon ball from lightyears away, on my knees. But hey, at least I got to spend time with Ryan Reynolds....he's quite easy on the eyes!

Dear Joshua,

Some time has passed and my heart is healing. It was very hard to say good-bye to you, especially being so far away. The day of your funeral there was a man playing the bagpipe outside the station. It was a fitting song.

That night we went to dinner and toasted you. I tried to say it myself but I got too choked up and Rory had to finish it off. Even writing about it now brings tears to my eyes.

We were in the middle of a great conversation you and I, which will have to wait some time to be finished. When I gave you that book and your 'license', I don't think either of us envisioned this road trip.

I came across this poem and I couldn't help but think of you. It's a shortened version.


Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.

It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.

What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.
What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.

(An excerpt of 'What Will Matter' by Michael Josephson)

Jason, we think about you often and hope your heart is healing!

The image just seems questionable to me.

If anyone really knows me, they know how important you were to me. You cuddled me whenever I cried, you protected me from strangers and you were the best hot bottle warmer on cold winter nights. We drove cross country together, 3 times! We played in the ocean, walked on mountains, ran through the woods, and had our very own special Scooby Snacks game. You never let me down, not once in our precious years together. I miss you deeply my little Bambito.