I wrote about how much I missed him and how I still couldn’t comprehend the fact that I would never, ever see him again—not even when I needed him most. Not even when I was grown up and had children of my own, his grandchildren, who would never get to hear him read a Grimms’ fairy tale or learn from him how to use watercolors with a light, decisive hand so they don’t get muddy. Once it was all on the page, I still missed him just as much, but I felt a little less like I was choking.
