Crystal Trino's Journal Sep 7 2006 Entry

September 7. Thursday Night.

Hi Journey.

I am very tired. Anxiety weakens me. I won’t die (OK, at least I hopenot to) anytime soon, but death has weighed heavy on my mind lately. First the Chris dreams--and yes, J, mercifully they are gone--but now I’m deluged with memories of Mattie.

Tomorrow is that girl’s birthday. Odd to think of my mentor as a girl, I know, but that’s how I’ve pictured her in my mind of late. I see that little girl at the Akron library, surrounded by maps and atlases and almanacs and encyclopedias and journals from the Royal Geographical Society. I see her in that library in Akron brimming over with joy at the wonders yet to be found in the child’s undiscovered world. That’s the way I picture her in heaven, meandering about among the Lord’s marvels.

And yes, I’ll run out to Wyuka and lay flowers on her grave, but probably not until Saturday. I don’t think she’d mind if I I’m a day late.

And I’ll tote along my lawn chair, and some sandwiches and sodas. Winter’s coming ‘round again sooner than I ever want to admit and I think one last picnic at Wyuka is in order.

I wonder if any shops in town have lilacs this late in the summer?

Goodnight, Journey