In my elementary school we didn't have a designated classroom for the art teacher, Miss Tyminski.  Instead, she would wheel around a cart laden with tempera paint, construction paper, scissors, glue and so on from one classroom to the next - for me Thursdays were always the day I could count on seeing her.  She was very pretty and very mod: dressed a lot like Samantha's cousin Sabrina but wore her hair like That Girl. 

I'd told Tim about this years ago and forever Thursdays were among us "Art Class Day". 

One morning a week before he died he had propped up the note in this photo next to my coffee cup.  I keep the note at my office. 

Some days I think I should get rid of it because no longer finding little smiley faces on my mirror or notes next to my cup or I Love Yous in my lunch bag is such a deeply painful absence. 

But I can't do it. 

I won't do it. 

They can just put it in the box with me.