18 November 2016
I heard you last night, Vaughn. Your voice so deep. I wish I could remember what you said.
I remember when I found out, through a message you left, finally, on the home phone, that you were alive up in Oregon, after I’d spent–how long–two weeks, three weeks–worried that you’d died.
You were alive!! Stress and worry slipped off of me like rain down a windscreen. I was light; the world bubbled around me and I saw it, heard it, and was suddenly in it again.
Now I feel the wind blowing in my hair and the late afternoon sun warming my face…but it’s without you. How can I ever again feel that all is right with the world?
Vaughn's Mom 