from September 6, 2020
A friend asked the question, “What if you just pretend that Elliot is away at college for a while?”
What if I did? How long would it be until that turned into pretending that he never existed at all, or pretending that he didn’t mean that much to me?
No, that’s not for me. I would rather miss him every day. I want to look at his photograph each morning, feel the weight of his clothing, and handle his toys from when he was a boy.
If I pretend that he isn’t dead then I will stop looking for him, and if I quit looking for him, then what will I find?
