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“Things like buttons and keys go missing. People shouldn’t.”
They say the truth will set you free, but they don’t tell you it can set you free in the same way death does.
But then again, grief is like an airport. There are no rules or social norms. You just do what you gotta do to pass the time until you reach your next destination.
“No,” I lie again. I don’t know why I don’t just come out and tell them. But they weren’t here. They knew she was dying, and they still didn’t come, so they don’t deserve Mom’s last words.
Like Beth girl… they’re you’re siblings and still that’s their mother too. So entitled 🙄
But Mom stopped looking for Dad. Maybe because she knew exactly where he was this whole time, and she wanted him to stay there.
And Nicole sees things through a different lens, like the world is presented uniquely to her. If I put an apple in front of her face and asked her to describe it, she wouldn’t say it was red or shiny or round. She’d tell me about its natural wax, the layer of protection that slows down its decay. She’d point out a weak spot, perhaps discoloration or a bruised, mushy area caused by impact or too much compression. By the end, she wouldn’t even be describing the apple anymore.
“She said Dad didn’t disappear.” I leave out the Don’t trust part, and I don’t know why I do. Maybe I want to keep it for myself. Something just for me. Or maybe I don’t want to lose hope that my dad is a good man.
Finally!
When you have nothing, you have everything to prove.
wouldn’t be able to say no to her, though I think he should have. False hope is the worst kind of hope.
