I’ve got this little thing that I’ve learned to do lately.
When it gets so bad and I think I can’t go on, I try to make it worse.
I make myself think about our camp on the river.
And Berkeley.
And the first time that you took me flying.
How good it all was.
And when I’m certain that I can’t stand it,
I go one moment more,
and then I know I can bear anything.