. his frustration threatened to engulf him .with a hand on his shoulder i led him over to the side of narrow concourse . i sat down with my back agaisnt a wall below a bank of pay phones and pulled him into my lap .
he didn't resist . he leaned into me , resting is head agaisnt my shoulder . he shook - quaked , really - before he started to cry . once he began to sob , he continued for at least five minutes .
my own emotinal balanceremained sketchy i was logy from the concussion , and ragged from everihing else , but i felt strong enough to be jonas's dad at that moment .
beween sobs , he sid ,"i-i-i"
i sid ," i know . i miss her oo . jonas . i miss her too .i'm so sorry ."
healing is not an event , it's a process . despite the hiccups of the mojave , holken , hilversum , and lauren's paralysis , the process of healing was processing for me . iwas getting better , stronger . i could feel it.
despite his premature visit to connect with hos mother's family , the process wuld proceed for joonas . he would heal too .
when i was pretty sure jonas was done with this round of tears , i said ," want togo home , buddy ?"
"yeah ," he said .
"i think i can do that , brownie ?" i asked . i was thinking . au bon pain .
he said ," maybe a pretzel ." he had his eye on auntie anne's /
"or both ," i said ." a brownie and a pretzel . i can do that , too ."
we stood up .
grief visited , comfot food on the way , jnas turned the page back to baseball ." ou think the rckies coukld do it ?" he asked , all cynicism suddenly absent from his voice , hope's pendnulum swinging far into the realm of fantasy ."win the rest of their gamees ?maybe win the division or get the wild card ?"
he didn't resist . he leaned into me , resting is head agaisnt my shoulder . he shook - quaked , really - before he started to cry . once he began to sob , he continued for at least five minutes .
my own emotinal balanceremained sketchy i was logy from the concussion , and ragged from everihing else , but i felt strong enough to be jonas's dad at that moment .
beween sobs , he sid ,"i-i-i"
i sid ," i know . i miss her oo . jonas . i miss her too .i'm so sorry ."
healing is not an event , it's a process . despite the hiccups of the mojave , holken , hilversum , and lauren's paralysis , the process of healing was processing for me . iwas getting better , stronger . i could feel it.
despite his premature visit to connect with hos mother's family , the process wuld proceed for joonas . he would heal too .
when i was pretty sure jonas was done with this round of tears , i said ," want togo home , buddy ?"
"yeah ," he said .
"i think i can do that , brownie ?" i asked . i was thinking . au bon pain .
he said ," maybe a pretzel ." he had his eye on auntie anne's /
"or both ," i said ." a brownie and a pretzel . i can do that , too ."
we stood up .
grief visited , comfot food on the way , jnas turned the page back to baseball ." ou think the rckies coukld do it ?" he asked , all cynicism suddenly absent from his voice , hope's pendnulum swinging far into the realm of fantasy ."win the rest of their gamees ?maybe win the division or get the wild card ?"
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