“He’d be thirteen now, the same age I was when . . .” She hesitated, unsure if she should share the next thought with him. “Sometimes I picture him . . . sitting next to me in the front seat of the car when I drive home to Los Altos. I explain how to drive, how to merge onto the highway. He loved understanding the mechanics of how things worked.” Was it crazy that she had imagined him growing up alongside her, a way to recapture all the moments they had lost together?
Another difference in the grief experience: Karina pictures Prem growing up alongside her, getting older, while Keith sees him as perennially froze at eight years old. A little further on, we will see how Jaya sees him, again differently from the others.
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