I know it makes some people uncomfortable when I speak of Dominic.
They aren’t sure whether to join in or ignore my comment and hope I change the subject.
I get it-they are wondering whether my continued interest in my missing child is a sign of mental illness (she’s “stuck” in grief) or a delusion or wishful thinking. They have no frame of reference other than an elderly relative whose passing into eternity was a more orderly and expected event.
But out of order death is wrenching and traumatic and not the way things are supposed to be. A parent doesn’t stop thinking about or talking about or loving his or her child simply because they have been robbed of their physical presence.
I speak of my son because he is STILL MY SON.