“If you forget that I exist, remember that I was.”

A Midnight Letter, 29 September 2000

Little One,
It’s just struck midnight. Nice — letters are pleasant to write at midnight.

I feel sad that the most dreadful crises seem to pass me by — like the one from the night before last. You, too are spared small catastrophes — but that’s good. Lately, as you probably know, new things have been happening in the Garden. Good things.
I said on Friday th…