I could not count the times during the average day when something would come up that I needed to tell him. This impulse did not end with his death. What ended was the possibility of response. I read something in the paper that I would normally have read to him. I notice some change in the neighborhood that would interest him:
A partner vows to bear witness to our lives, as insignificant as a single person may be, they promise we are significant to them.
