I keep trying to find the right words to express my sorrow for you and the admiration I feel for your courage in performing that last terrible service for Renfield, but my eyes keep leaking and it's hard to see the keyboard. I don't know what, if any, plans you have for him now, but you are welcome to some space in my garden. We could plant sunflowers over him in the spring.

Do you need any meds for your asthma?