I couldn’t answer.
The scream came at 4:17 PM. I know the time because the oven clock was blinking. I had been meaning to fix it. A mother’s life is a catalog of things she meant to fix. on the death of my son jasper swain pdf
If you have read this far, thank you. You have held him with me for a moment. That is all any of us can do. Hold each other’s dead in the small, warm cave of our attention. I couldn’t answer