Morning. My hands are cramped around this pen. My eyes are blurred and weary. I am tired and achy, but changed.

Dad came, Giraffe is here. I poured it all out. Thank you, Ernest. You taught me that… to pour it out, to leave nothing off the page, to leave no blood for the heart.

I did that.

I screamed. I cried. I sobbed. I had silent conversations with my mother. I had louder silent conversations with my daughter.

I grieved.

…and Cameron stayed with me through the whole journey, checking, and rechecking me, bringing water,  snacks, and tissues, rubbing my hands and wrists and fingers. He is my constant. He always will be.

Morning, and I am huddled with my core at Our Fire. I am safe, and I am loved. I will Run Along the Ecliptic, and call the night, to end this very, very long day.