For 3 and a half years, I’ve shared Elliot with Karolina, only seeing him 50% of the time. You think I’d be used to it by now.
We just spent 5 days together with Elliot out of school for Simchat Torah. So we were with each other non-stop. And now he’s gone. I’m not used to it. I miss him. I miss his brightness and curiosity and gentleness. His kindness and consideration. His compassion when I stepped in cat poop in the bathroom.
His questions about radiation and viruses and fireworks and the Holocaust and nuclear bombs, guns, and knives, the questions about the Wild West, playing drums and bass together, sitting on the swinging chair in the backyard (the furniture tent is now “dirty”).
Playing marbles together.
Building a spinning frisbee disc toy together from CrunchLabs.
Coding together, with elliot drawing the sprites and changing the values in the code to make thousands of them.
Going on the haunted hayride together.
Reading my Louis L’Amoir book to him “daddy, I understand it. It’s a kids book.” It’s not a kids book but he’s smart.
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