All I really know is that we were on the phone and he told me that he wanted to tell me a story.
I was happy because I knew in that moment that he could have chosen to be on the phone with anyone, but he chose me.
And there I am listening to a story about a man with only one thumb.
But he is laughing and I am not.
He says, ‘I guess you just had to be there.’
It’s not that. I am not laughing because a big part of me is sad. I’m sad because I am thinking and preparing for a moment a million moments from now – when he doesn’t tell me these stories.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 