If you say so
Of course, on the day I went to see my son, the teacher was reading the class a story about a fish looking for his mom. Because, of course.
It’s the first video I’m posting with his voice, if you’re interested in hearing it.
Boy: Can I have a pretzel?
Me: What have you done to earn a pretzel?
Him: I dunno. (thinking) I love you?
Me: (reaching for pretzels) Man, I am so easily manipulated.
When I first learned to drive, and now when I wrestle, I tended to overcorrect. Things that need to go, say, 5 degrees to the left, I go 15.
Do you remember the Minority Report with Tom Cruise?
There’s a scene where Cruise’s character sits in the dark by himself and watches videos of his son and his wife. He no longer had them, you see.
I remember watching that scene and feeling so sad about it. Enough that 18 years later I recall it, having recalled little else about the film.
I told you that I don’t have too many videos of Alison; almost none, in fact. She hated being recorded.
Of course, I have videos of her immediately after she got sick. One in particular I’ve never seen and don’t think I ever will. I wouldn’t survive it, I don’t think.
But that’s a memory for me and my lonely nights.
In any case, she asked that I try not to put pictures or videos up of her on this blog so I didn’t. I wish I did.
I wish I took so many more pictures and videos of her. God, she was beautiful.
I probably take too many pictures of the boy and people I care about these days. I’m definitely overcorrecting. But I don’t care.
As the years go on, these little bits of digital ink are all I have left of some people and moments. I’ll take them.
Him: I miss mommy.
Me: I do too. All the time. She was my best friend.
Just got back from seeing him. The hope is that he can safely go back to school part-time next semester and that this country’ll have an actual plan of trying to deal with this goddamn virus.
He still gets sad whenever I leave and I tell myself that this is a good thing but it’s hard. Everything’s harder than it should be.
Him: I could wave to you from the front door.
Me: It’s too dark. You wouldn’t see me. Stay here.
Him: (sadly) If you say so, papa.
Me: I do. I’ll be back soon. I promise
Him: (nods, cries)
Me: Really. I promise.