"Can you pick up Alaska?"
The teaspoon of dust that is all we have left?
This conversation reminded me of the ones that Brandon and I used to have about who was going to pick the boys up from daycare. But this is it. A once in a lifetime moment. Who gets to pick Alaska up and bring her home? I'm sort of jealous that it wasn't me, but I'm glad that it was her daddy. He's the one who should have had all of those trips to daycare.
"I have Alaska."
Dust in a heart-shaped urn.
|Alaska's urn and teddy bear|
She's here now.
All of her--body and soul.
A brass heart inside a teddy bear.