The day before Halloween was my birthday - the first one without Liam. Most people build "grave yards" and hang skeletons in their front yard. We went for the real thing. We sat on a blanket next to her grave, read Frog & Toad to her, took out a few tissues, and made them wet. As expected, no skeletons came out, but I could hear her lough to my "Toad voice".
Today is Halloween - one of Liam's favorite evenings of the year. People are outside on the porch. The atmosphere is halloween-ish, as expected. I'm looking at the picture of Liam smiling at me. And I'm sad. I'm just sad.
An Imaginary Conversation
"So Asher, got any plans for the weekend?"
Oh I don't know. Maybe rake the leaves, ride my bike. Visit Liam's grave. Watch football, drink beer. But the last two are unlikely to be absorbed. The "grave" bomb killed the imaginary conversation. (Of course, when I'm being asked this question for real, I don't mention the grave. I'm swallowing it - even though it's floating on my tongue.)
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