perc'ahlia.
I'm glad that you've talked to her. Death has that kind of habit, I see. As long as she knows.
Consider it burned. And for the record, I don't fault you for thinking any of those things. I might have written something similar one day, though I'm not terribly fond of writing letters.
You're right about that. It would still make me feel better if everyone were here, but I'll take what I can get.