6 September 2018
It’s hurting now. I’m not falling down–I realize my life is good in many ways.
But it’s hurting.
He’s so real to me, as though he’s standing just on the other side of a velvet curtain, or across a dark chasm. I sense him there yet I can’t see him. I can’t touch him.
I swear he is telling me: I’m right here Mom.
I am crying almost with the pleasure of feeling him so close.
Vaughn's Mom 