Hi my love, you must want me to live a long time because you keep placing obstacles; our book almost as it was months ago: not progressing. Hurricane Irma delayed yet not an excuse. The reality is I'm stuck.
Interestingly, in keeping with your appearing within the week before you died, you found me again. A reach beyond memories and tears.
Days surrounding, a predicament from a news article October 14. Kingpin dealings from 1993 thought closed, has the justice department taking a second look. You'd always maintained there would be more, and there is, close to home, connected.
OK, so in matters of the space time continuum, maybe not as momentous as Einstein's gravitational ripples recently proven, but still a foreshadowing, a pathway. My quandary, how to express this 16 years after your death, your premonition come true.
Should psychic Elena, whom the reader met earlier, be called upon? Or Leslie? We are writing creative nonfiction, so what is the method, a technique, for bringing this new find forward?
You directed me to the material, now please channel your creativity! An epilogue seems like a cheat, shortchanges us. You with your mentoring voice — a tap, a whisper: insight. Show me.