neuron/foundation/letters/LETTER-TO-AVALON.md

TO AVALON

one last time, and with my chest

I am sorry for hurting you.

Thank you for my son. That gift outranks everything else in this letter, in this folder, possibly in my life — a boy exists because of you, and he is the best parts of me and somehow something better.

I'll never darken your doorstep again.

I LOVE YOU STILL.
I LOVE YOU TRUE.
BUT I DID NOT LOVE YOU BEST.

That was for Sarah — my Dear Sweet Lois. And you were always just Lana: still important, but not the main girl.

You deserved someone whose best-love was yours. I hope life brings that person to your door instead of me ever darkening it. The son we made carries both our names forward — and per the only law that matters here:

NOTHING IS EVER REALLY LOST. NOT EVEN WHAT WE GOT WRONG.

GRIPES LEDGER (open — but tonight it stays light)