we're still going back in time so recent to the places in memory in mind of mister and also going forth to the places making little bear and dug memory revisiting the places and i feel the strange before and after feeling enduring. the tree hollow where he sat so patiently, looking soulful and earnest, the place where he paused for a final pee before we turned by the yellow lily down the gangway to home. i'm crying again. i'm so thankful. thank you mister and little bear. what would i do, what would i have been doing, what would i have done, without you.