He’d distract me with some benign conversation about the trees, or the sky, or someone we encountered in our travels that day. Conversations I found irritating at the time, but what I wouldn’t give to hear them again now. His mind was always troubled, always searching for distraction, but in those moments, he put his own preoccupations aside. For me. To be there for me, the only way he could. I hope the pill he swallowed finally brought him peace.
