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.