“Well. My grampa died. And we had a gerbil that died. And Lucy my sister. So. I just think Nope, nope, nope, nope when I saw their dead bodies because that’s not them. I have them in here.” He pointed to his head. “They’re all here. I talk to them all the time.” “You do?” “Course. My sister is always with me. Tim will always be with you.” I had trouble swallowing. He reached over, without looking, and I felt his little paw of a hand take mine. We sat, looking out at the street, waiting for life to continue, holding hands, holding on.
