Dinkle

I started writing your movie, Maura. I have the first 3 scenes done. I couldn't sleep Monday night since the theater was black and I'm used to being up late because of the play...so, I tossed and turned and finally got up and started writing all the dialogue that was playing in my brain refusing to let me go to sleep.

Its good. Its true. Its us: you, me and Danielle. Its just the beginning.

So many things to say. so many characters...I mean, so many people whose life you affected in just that little time. It will take more than just 1 movie. And I don't want to leave anything out. So I will have to take my time trying to figure out how to combine it all...or just write 3 different movies I suppose.

And I didn't cry as I wrote. For the first time. The memories made me happy instead. Because I'm worried that my play or my movie will be so sad because of all the sadness I feel in missing you...but I don't want the feeling of it to be what I feel...I want the feeling to be how you made people feel...I want it to be funny. I want it to be light. I want it to be warm and loving and wonderful and beautiful and touching and memorable--I want it to carry your essence. Not mine. How do I do that?

Maybe it will be a TV series like you said. So many stories to weave in...what did you say when you were delirious?-- Lydia's show on Friday nights and it was funny. And its called Dinkle.

I haven't forgotten.