It's weird how things work out. Back in Fall 2005, I had an accident with Hailee. And then I went to Spain on pilgrimage and Rua spoke to me and said to adopt Violet. And then I bumped my head against the statue of Master Mateo and he told me to start living as I should. And then I started my garden. And raised Renny. And got hens. And then all of this led me to my first political fiasco ever!
But the weird part is that when I got that letter in May 2011, I knew how it would end. I just had this presentiment that I would have to give up my beautiful girls. That I was not wrong. That I should be able to keep them. But that for their safety, they would have to go. So, I made sure that each day, I cared for and loved them as best I could. And I touched their feathers with love and care. And I spoke words of love and praise to them. And I enjoyed gardening with them and sharing time with them. And I made sure I appreciated our times together. Those are the memories of my last days with them. Memories of love.