But Gradually…

“Where do you go when I don’t hear from you?”

“I’m still here. I’m always here,” he replied.

I scoffed. “I mean, where do your heart and mind go when I don’t hear from you?”

He had no immediate response.

I told him, “When the executioner comes to your door, just let him in. You knew he was coming.”

The look on his face indicated that he had no idea what I was talking about- but of course not!

I could not fathom taking the time to explain to him what I meant.