Today was a much needed Alex-day, and I spent it walking around the halls of a dead king. I felt very much like the good, old queen when she walked with her corgis. For context, we took a day trip out to Hampton Court Palace, the old home of Henry XIII. It was a very impressive building, but the thing that impressed me the most was the gardens. The building was cool and all, but I can only care so much about the stinky, old home of a man who has a very popular musical slandering him, running infinitely through the headphones of young theatre goers (this is in reference to the musical Six). I spent a majority of my time walking through the garden just looking at all the plants and birds. There were so many baby birds, and I spent so much time stalking them. I even had some fun heart to heart moments with a pair of mallard ducks. I just connected with them in a way that made me feel loved… I will never see them again, and there is something beautiful about that. To love something so much that you don’t even need to see it to value it. Those ducks mean more to me than life itself. I know that when we cross paths again, neither of us will know each other. We will be like strangers. Two lovers, forbidden to interact, never to truly connect. It is a pain too beautiful to understand. Anyway, I have come to realize that I like birds (sorry Ryan) and I really just want to bird watch. The palace was cool, but the birds were cooler.
The bird’s name was Toodles…
I miss her
Theatre in London U of A 
Alex…that was truly a very deep and touching write up about deep and complex challenges of love. Ducks do fly ( I think) and perhaps someday they will make it to arkansas or wherever you are…and rekindle that very moment from the gardens. Dad
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