My 3-Year-Old Woke at 1:47 A.M. Crying, “Don’t Let Grandma Touch Me”—At the ER, a Scan Found Something Beneath Her Skin, and the Camera Footage Changed Everything
Then I did miss him occasionally.
Not the man who said:
I have work tomorrow.
The man who had once driven through a storm because I had a flat tire.
The man who made pancakes shaped like bears.
Memory does not honor legal categories.
Missing someone does not mean returning is wise.
Eventually the missing became less frequent.