March 14, 2015

Keeping Close

I just returned from spending a few days in Reno with my parents. Being in their home is so bittersweet now; it's wonderful to be with them, to talk about Amir (or not talk about him when we need to) but every minute is a reminder of what's missing. Photos of Amir line the hallway and bookshelves. His presence is so palpable there.

My parents are coping as well as they can, though it's painfully clear to see they will never be the same. If I could do anything to ease their sadness beyond spending time with them, I would do it without hesitation. I am proud and thankful for the way they rely on each other for comfort and support even though, like most people, they grieve in different ways.

As for me, I have a lot to write about--sadly, more desire to write than time to indulge. For now, I wanted to post one of my all-time favorite photos of the three of us. Each of us has had a framed copy of this photo in our respective homes for all of our adult lives and, no matter how physically far apart we have been over the years, it has kept us and our memories close.