It’s been a long month, Mom. All the imperative to do things have been completed, at least the first round imperative things. Dad is lost, as we knew would be the case. It’s just mostly sad with moments of meh and a glimpse or two of joy.
I noticed this a while back, but it’s more noticeable now, Mom, since you’re gone gone. Dad only talks about life as a “We”, he never says “I”. Any past, present or future story is “We did” or “We are.” To be honest, after you went into Turning Brook I wondered if he had a girlfriend when he kept saying we. But I figured it out and I know that how he sees himself, a We.
The Beech House 