I don't talk very much about Jacob, do I? Not here at least.

That lovely boy. That lovely son. That loving son.

I do talk about him, occasionally, with Charlie and Karin, and yet, that's also it, occasionally.

I wonder why that is.

Is it a hidden pain of him being on the other side of the globe that is behind my silence? A pain that I haven't unlocked? That's keeps itself hidden from me?

Or do I simply not care?

...

Nah, I don't really believe that last one, or I wouldn't have cared to write this entry.

...

But still, I wonder.

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