Oh, yeah, I am SO okay
I mean really.
Would it have killed her to take one of those umpteenth colored pages of nothing that he drew and she was throwing away, tri-folded it, put a stamp on it and sent it to me?
I think not.
I would love to have had one. ONE.
And I know I had that thought before. Back when he was little enough to have made those.
And I forgot.
The cobwebs came off, the door opened.
And it hurt.
Just as much.