The door of the nursery is closed.
I’m not sure when it will ever open… I’m in no rush.
From time to time I have to walk in there for something that has gotten shoved into this room with no apparent purpose.
I walked in one day to grab something quickly anticipating to jet back out as fast as possible.
I didn’t jet.
My body froze as I noticed the wall of converse.
I was struck by the missing pair of shoes (which were at the gravesite).
The empty space seemed so glaring.
It reminded me of how I felt about Enoch.
Such a blatant reminder of Enoch’s presence missing in our house.
A few days later because we could no longer keep the shoes at the gravesite, I brought those small black converse and put them back on the shelf.
It too felt wrong.
It didn’t fulfill.
It didn’t replace the void.
And now they weren’t as his grave site either.