“How old is he?” he asks
My breath stops for a moment
thoughts swirl
heart beats harder
tears begin to flow
“He isn’t here anymore” I say
My throat feels like it is closing
Tears come
Dread, will there be another
question?
Sadness that he is gone too
Sadness that so many people
in my life
are gone.

©2023 CBialczak

Today I went to see my dad in the Memory Care Unit he lives at. I was showing him pictures of my miniatures and then handed him my phone to show him my latest completed miniature. He began touching pictures and my son’s picture came up. He recognized him.