Glenn used to do this to me all the time while he was alive, set me puzzles like this. Trying to solve it makes me remember him.
One of our readers, Lylllee, wrote something about this that was an “aha” for me. She asks, why do people want to be remembered after they die? What difference will it make to them — they won’t be around anymore, anyway. But then she realized that it must have made Glenn happy at the time to think about us thinking about him now. Which makes perfectly good sense, not only for Glenn, but for Cornelius Vanderbilt (who endowed the library in the town where I grew up.)
So, Glenn, it worked. I am thinking about you! And it’s sweet. And also, it really is good to train my mind this way. — Flyss