He nodded.
Then, very quietly, he said, “I knew all Dad’s stories.”
He looked down.Choose Baby Gear
“I knew your passwords. I didn’t know if you still danced, Mom.”
Because I had made it easy.
I remembered birthdays before anyone asked. Fixed problems before anyone noticed them. Said “whatever you want” so often that eventually nobody needed to wonder what I wanted.
“Sometimes,” I whispered, “it was easier to do everything myself than find out whether anybody noticed.”
Daniel took my hand.Book Grief Counseling
“Do you still dance?”
I almost said I hadn’t had time.
Instead, I thought about it.
“I don’t know.”
He didn’t suggest lessons.
Didn’t make a plan.
He just said, “Okay.”Order Custom Logos
That evening, funeral dishes covered my kitchen.
I reached automatically for them.
Then stopped.
“Leave them.”
Daniel stared.
“They’ll be disgusting tomorrow.”
“Then tomorrow can complain.”Find Grief Counseling
