Dear Cousin Bill And Ted Pjk -

The story didn't end with trumpets or a thunderclap. It ended the way most true things do: with a sequence of acts that at the time looked mundane. You planted the last sapling in a strip of earth by the curb. You returned the letter. You told someone the truth about how you felt. You learned a name you had never bothered to remember and stitched it onto the map. A decade later, the sapling was a tree, and the tree had an inscription carved into its bark, in letters that were half apology and half gratitude.