i still cannot believe that he died, i gasp for air, i breathe deep, and sigh. a few days ago i was looking at him by where the squirrel house branch fell through a kaleidoscope eye, make many of one, now there are many and none, no still one, the one with the kaleidoscope eye in the bag since this walk. how can i celebrate him and make him yet live? when he was looking at what i was looking at and i was looking at what he was looking at when i was watching him and he was watching me and together we were seeing.