I heard a philosopher interviewed on the radio this morning. As I was about to turn off the radio to sit down and contemplate this day, which is 17 months since you left, I heard him say “I cannot imagine a day when a child will leave home”. I immediately felt breathless. That feeling in grief where you suddenly wonder if you can keep breathing. As a parent I too was once trying to envision what it would be like to have my children leave home. I even sometimes wondered what if they leave and don’t ever want to come back. But I never envisioned what if they leave and can’t ever come back. But you do come back. You come back to me in my dreams. You come back to me in my memories. You speak to me in my soul as I navigate each day and you remind me you are here. With every sunrise I will contemplate another day with you in my heart.
