One thing that struck me, during the love room years, was how unique each relationship really is. My closeness with my aunt was, in some ways, very different from that of any other she might have. Irreplaceable. The following is a little entry from Year 2 of the love room letters…..
How much more about you can I know, now that all the tales, and the people who could tell them, are fading away? I am trying to fill the hole you left. Getting to know the Louisiana family helps some. But it’s really an impossible thing, for who is replaceable, after all? Not one of us. Not one stone or flower or pet. Not one cloud.