I actually took this picture in May of 2009. When Roscoe was still alive and my dad still lived in my house. I was washing my car this day; Roscoe kept trying to attack the water hose and Chongo imitated him. I was sitting on the stone steps by the house and found this white moth there.
This may sound ridiculous but I believe that Roscoe is in heaven or continues to live as other matter on earth--you just don't recognize him as him. Your image adds currency, longing and the expected pain that losing love and having exquisite memory provides.
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