I’d meant to post this a while ago but life kept getting in the way.
Do you remember that story that I told you about Alison taking one last October walk before she gave birth in 2015?
I accidentally found myself there with the boy, right before Halloween.
After I accepted being there – part of me wanted to just take the long way around – I told him all about how much Alison loved walking down it.
Him: (surprised) Mommy was here?
Me: Yup. She loved this street.
It was the first time I’d been there since just before he was born.
Handled it pretty well, I think, all things considered. Although the boy has a way with words that seem to cut me even though he doesn’t mean to.
Him: Will she come back in a 100 years?
Me: No. She won’t.
Him: Because she’s in heaven?
Me: If there is a heaven, you can bet she’s there.
Him: (thinking) Maybe she’s with your papa.
Me: (nodding, laughing) I would think so.
And the holidays begin…