March 31, my friend, Friday:
What an appropriate day to scatter your ashes, the dying day of March. I didn’t even consider it yesterday because Hilo was an ugly port. Over the side is not an option necessarily, although I could take you with me when I go…clutched to my beating heart, opened in the water, as we sink together. I’d probably choke on your ashes instead of drowning, but then we’d surely be together. But we’re almost to Maui, and I know where the Starbucks is, so there’s reason to delay. A good dose of caffeine is probably not the antidote to depression, nor a reason to live, but it always buys a few more upbeat hours. Besides, they may have those scones we love. And the boy baristas are usually cute. And Savin goes there to check his email.
Remember that story your brother to
