Sorry I Have to Reschedule, I’m Preparing My Son’s Funeral
How do we choose to remember those who leave before their time? When our memory of them is not through second-hand embarrassment during first dates, or communal laughter during the best man’s speech, or re-telling stories to the young ones after family dinners? When all we have is the unstable fog of memory itself?
What happens to my son then? Will his childhood remain?
- For K.
Illustration by Sandra Paris, “Little boy and the little car,” 2020