Written over three evenings · Kept current
Maya —
Don’t try to hold everything at once. There are only two calls that matter today. Call my sister Elise first — she knows this page exists, and she knows what I wanted. Then Martin next door . He has a key, he has a ladder, and he has never once been too busy.
My phone passcode isn’t on this page, and it isn’t anywhere you could lose it. It’s in a sealed envelope with your name on it — you’ll be able to open it when it matters, and not before. The same is true for my email, and for the password manager that opens everything else.
None of this is what I actually want to say to you. Lists were never the point; they’re what love looks like when it’s trying to be useful. The rest is on the last page , and it isn’t practical at all.





