I just had the first fragment of Jack’s life I’ve experienced in a while.
It was a sprig of holly in the corner of a Christmas card. I had the feeling that they were real leaves, and that I was a child, pasting them in the corners of cards friends and family had sent us while my mother hung the finished cards near the mantle.
I wish I could dial into this memory more, but it was brief and elusive. These memories of Jack’s childhood have been so few and precious. The war overshadowed so many tender moments… I just want those tender moments back.