April 3, 2023:
Perhaps I'll scatter her on the sea. The beautiful sea off the beautiful city where she lived and worked virtually her whole life.
She had talked of moving back. Where part of the sadness is that she died in exile — the very exile I hated so much, and mistakenly drew her into.
Would it be like fixing that mistake?
I don't know. Closing some sort of circle, certainly.
This can even be done legally, although I doubt a petty obstacle like that would ever stop me.