I do not write from an academic position or as a self-proclaimed expert. I write as someone who is living with the loss I can almost not acknowledge.
He’s away somewhere. He’s busy. I cannot call him to tell him of any triumphs or how I told one of my managers that I could see an awful lot of his nostrils during our Teams meeting. (Fortunately, I had not offended).
17 years. You get to know someone after that amount of time. They get to know you. No masks, just unconditional love and support for who you are.
How do you adapt to this new normal where every interaction with others, every place you visit, is alone. Who hears your voice without the mask on.
Dedicated to Dave Thomas.
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