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Once again, he uses the sleeve of his shirt to clear his tears.
“May I give you a hug?” she asks.
He sniffles but nods. “Okay, bring it in.”
I can tell her mama energy is making him feel better because he’s clutching her and just lets himself cry. “Thank you,” I mouth to her.
When he calms down a little and releases her, she sits with him on two hay bales. I just stand by and watch.
“You know, I can really relate to what you’re going through.”
“You can?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m not sure if you know this, but my parents died in a car accident when I was a kid. My sister too.”
“Wow. That’s a lot.”
“It was. But I’m telling you all of this because I want you to understand that your mom is still here. And at any time, maybe she’ll turn around. As long as she’s here on the physical earth, who knows what can happen? However, even if things remain how they are…you always have your dad, right?”
“Yeah.” Dylan is listening to May, but he looks at me with eyes that affirm her words. I smile and give him my best dad nod.
“Well, see. Right there—you’re so lucky. At least you have one constant parent. I didn’t have any after the accident.”
“I guess you’re right. I should be grateful for what I do have.”
“Exactly, like how I’m incredibly fortunate to have been raised by my grandpa.”
“I heard about his heart failure. I’m so sorry.”
She looks at me. “I’m sorry! I had to tell someone. I felt guilty being the only one to know.”
“So, you put that heavy secret on a fourteen-year-old?”
“He was the only one around.”
She kind of laughs and then returns her attention to my son.
“Well, thank you. But we just have to have positive thoughts that he’ll live and be around us for as long as he can. Right?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, are you hungry, young man?”
His grumbling stomach seems to answer for him.
“All right. Well, Coral and I made breakfast. What do you say we head on in and get some for you?” She jumps up and reaches for his hand. He accepts it.
But before we’re back at the house, a huge crack of lightning goes off and the thunder follows.
Like clockwork, Boris comes crashing through the back door.
“Boris! Boris!” Mina yells after him.
“Don’t worry! I’ll get him,” I yell back.
And I start running after the large and dopey dog who is flicking up mud with each stride.
“Dean! Hold on!” Mae calls. She catches up and struggles to tame him.
