We spoke on my birthday, Aug. 19. 'Look at the flowers in Stockholm' you said. 'I remember how beautiful the flowers were in Europe.' And I told you I'd dressed to match the decor in green and yellow. 'Ah,' you sighed. 'Yellow is your favourite colour...' Not an angel, a force - a fierce, tenacious, glorious star Exploding in skies, illuminated by wit, armed by Grace, charm, intellect. Our Texas nights, our slamming-door fights, Trips to Corpus, nights on parallel couches, Happy sometimes, aging, Grouches. 'I'm glad you told me what you did about how that was one of the best years of your life,' Mom wrote. 'It made having bought that house worth it.' Twenty-thousand square feet. A den we called 'the Man Cave'. There were huge cockroaches especially at night, and my cat Wally would study them, possibly eat them when my back was turned. The sound of your car purring into the carport, the day you admitted you'd n