As you may recall, my brother recently mailed me a box of our father’s ephemera. I opened up the box of Jerry’s files, and the first thing I saw was a photo of my brother and I. So cute. Who would abandon those cuties?
Our photo is sitting next to folders of medical records for Jerry’s other son, the severely autistic one. If I were a good, well-balanced, emotionally mature person, one who had moved on, I would feel sad for Jerry. After all, after throwing away two perfectly good children, he had one who (in my imagination) didn’t give him any of the hugs we could have given him.
But I am not that person. And, oddly, I am not tying into this box of relics the way I expected. Maybe just one more night of being as stand-offish to Jerry as I can. I will get to you later, box, when it suits me.