I felt like I died too.
We all did.
I thought for a second that I felt him pull at my sleeve…
But it was only my broken heart beating so hard that it was moving my arm up and down ever so slightly.
Part of me wishes I hadn’t seen any of it- that I could have just remembered him walking down the sidewalk with mom- arm in arm- carrying their leftovers.
But I stayed in that thick air- in that little “comfort” room for him.
Because I knew he was scared.
Life is scary.
It has to be once in awhile I guess.