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The memorial was lovely. I felt the support from the people there. Stories were told and hugs were given. It was a good mix of Peter’s friends and family. I found it cathartic.

Glenn bought us lunch given me more time to talk to the people who attended. Caught up on people’s lives as they caught up on mine. The topics discussed were varied, which I expected with the group of people there.

The memorial was taped and will be up somewhere for viewing. I announce when I know.

I have been thinking of my future. I have some time for me. Now what can I do for me?

I am organizing things sloooowly. I am amazed how many of X object I have for sewing. I still haven’t found my favorite stitch remover. I know it is in the house but that’s as far as it goes. I have a lot to organize.

There is also the daily or every other day things that need to be cleaned. I am a little behind on the kitchen and laundry. Cat boxes are on the list today.

We have a strong wind today. If it keeps stripping the leaves, we won’t have anything to peep at. There is going to rain with heavy rain at times.

Fortunately, this all clears out before Halloween. Today I also plan to get the comic books and stuffed animals ready to go for Friday. I must dig a bit for some more comics that are age appropriate.

Halloween then Thanksgiving then Christmas.

The end of the year always moves rapidly.

Then onto 2026. Times moves on.

Yes, I do still miss Peter a lot. Having someone in your life for some long doesn’t fade. I have been remembering all kinds of stories about Peter. Most of which I was party to. The memorial stirred up memories. Included when he was cleaning the cat boxes once and said, “I am the well-known New York Times best-selling author Peter David but when I have to shovel cat shit, I use Sweet Scoop.”

I miss his voice yelling Kath when he needed me. I miss our car conversations. I miss the commentary while watching a show or movie in our home. I miss the hugs and kisses.

He was very romantic. One of Ariel’s friends said we were a living example of Gomez and Morticia Addams. I’ll take that. I speak only a little French.

He was there for me when I needed him. There would not be puppets or as any puppets without his believing in my ability. Not as many costumes or other fun props. I would not have been published if he didn’t push me to write. He saw something in my writing that I hadn’t seen. My creative improved with his encouragement. Now I must push myself or find others that will encourage me.

I do have a commission I want to get done before Christmas. I need to go online and find the final fabric for the puppet’s costume. I have everything else. The Top Hat is going to be…fun?...an exercise in patience…PITA. I have been working it out in my head.

I am grateful for friends.