“But also,” I’m saying to him, “she just really loved doing it. Feeding you. And maybe you carry her with you now not only in your memories, but in the actual cells of your body.” I try to steady my breathing. “All that love,” I say. “It’s in your very blood and bones. It’s what you’re made out of. So she’s still here with you, Dash, with all of us. Even though we are going to miss her so, so much.”
