Goodbye, Old Year

As 2019 comes to a close, we’re wrapping up All the Small Poems and Fourteen More, our 89th family read aloud since we began keeping track five years ago and our 6th since Rob died. Ritual has provided refuge in our loss, and bedtime read alouds are among the most precious rituals we engage in together.

His voice is woven into so many of the great books we read together. We can still hear his Gandalf, his Homer Price, his Harry Potter. We all remember his voice as he read The Birthday Ball, our last read aloud together before he died. Nobody read comic novels with as much gusto. And even though we no longer feel his arms around us, we can feel his presence each night as we snuggle in and open a book together.

Published by Clarissa Moll

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