Sometimes, when I walk my son to school, I’m a million miles away… Holding his hand, answering questions as they arise, often coaxing him on so we won’t be late. But, when not in active conversation, I’m somewhere else. Lost in memories, good or bad, from the past. Nothing to do with him. Life events from another lifetime. Featuring people who I don’t know anymore, never really knew, and he certainly won’t ever know. Distant people in faraway places.
