Me: Well, here we are, Ants. This is the last of our public conversations.
Anthony: Has it helped?
Me: Yes, it has helped me to talk to you better in my head; it has helped me to see how grief can be a gift (my mother said that); and it has helped me to be grateful for what we had rather than dwelling on what we lost when you died.
Anthony: You are a champion, Jules.
Me: Yes, I know.
Anthony: So what are you going to do now?
Me: I am going to put our 81 imagined conversations into book form and look for a publisher, Ants. It makes sense to stop at 81 because you will never be 82.
Anthony: So morbid!
Me: Not at all!
Anthony: You were the best thing, most joyful and interesting person, to ever come into my life, Jules.
Me: And you were/are the absolute love of my life, Ants. And then there was the gift of Ming!
Anthony: How is that young chap – my son?
Me: Our son!
Anthony: Our son! Okay!
Me: He is a weird hybrid of you and me – fascinating!
Anthony: Apart from you, Jules, that boy/man was the best thing that ever happened for me and I am so proud of him.
Me: Me too, Ants.
Note: Unblogging for the time being … thanks to my friends/bloggers for your grace x