here comes sweet hilde in mister's hand me down cherriot. 

here is mister with a pebble beach geode on his head and his cherriot on the sea wall. his calm was beautiful. he could look just at me and make me cry.

and here is mister looking in the back window of his cherriot with the blue terry towel i used to dry him. 
i'm missing him more gradually. i couldn't miss him so much all at once. after all those years of day by day. i have to miss him day by day so i'm not overwhelmed with the loss.