sunday was the first death anniversary of my uncle. the whole family bundled themselves off to morning mass, and a rosary at the columbarium, and breakfast together. i'd half been dreading the occasion and for the whole week leading up to it forced myself into some kind of emotional stasis all week, and am now starting to come to life again, and open up again. write to me, my darlings, and call me, and we'll go out. i'm sorry for being surly and nonchalant and uncompanionable all this time.