Carter Piatt came on Friday from Pratville, Alabama with his mother Devan to spend the night in Ellijay with us in the cabin of Wes and Darlene Smith of Williston that Gerald, my father in law rented for the family for the week of Christmas. Devan is the daughter of Kim and Scott Smith, Melanies next youner sister to her. With his high pitched, sweet voice that sounded just like the voice I remember Nathaniel last having, my own grandson, I was for the time he was there, on the edge of tears.
They both will turn three this January.
We watched a movie last evening, The Grey with Liam Neeson. Toward the end, as he is the last man alive, he looks up toward heaven from the steam he has just emerged from and cries out to God. The silence continues.
I told Melanie. That is me. I cannot tell you how many times I have sat outside under the moon and cried out just like that for the relationship with Nathaniel to be restored.
And today, silence.

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