"Yeah. Suppose so. This is her first big one, too." Which of her relatives had gone first? It might have been Uncle Al, when she was about Amity's age. Suddenly there was a perpetually empty spot at the dinner table, a hook with no coat on it, fewer affectionate hair ruffles. She hadn't been particularly close to him, but it was about then that she realized that sometimes when people went away they didn't come back.
Her eyes drifted to a framed photo at the back of the desk—it had been her dad's, from back in his twenties, showing him with his brother and his own cousins. Precious few of them were around anymore. "I guess when I got my first brush with the concept of death, I doubled down on wanting to learn this stuff so I could get out there and help. Maybe Amity's doing the reverse."
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Date: 2015-09-29 07:36 pm (UTC)Her eyes drifted to a framed photo at the back of the desk—it had been her dad's, from back in his twenties, showing him with his brother and his own cousins. Precious few of them were around anymore. "I guess when I got my first brush with the concept of death, I doubled down on wanting to learn this stuff so I could get out there and help. Maybe Amity's doing the reverse."