Kid’s baseball card photo/talisman, Berkeley, CA.
Had to wait ’til Monday, since over the weekend the spirits flagged too much. Kept looking at pictures of pictures of my nephew, who would have turned 15 on Saturday. Couldn’t post a picture of anything other than him, but then couldn’t really post about him, either. So, a blank weekend. Â Today, just a wee slice.
Every morning I pick up a bracelet I got in his memory right after he died, to keep him and what he teaches me in full view. Â Just before I put on the bracelet, I kiss the tip of my index finger and touch it to his face in this peanut league baseball photo, taken several years before he died, and try to connect/summon/say a little something to him. We all do what we can.