Jo Ann and I woke at 6:30 a.m.
The first morning without Pablo.
He really is gone.
Acidic hot disorienting pain throughout our bodies.
We walked down the hall and laid in his bed and stared out the window and at his beloved library and his toys and hats and capes and the art on his walls and held one another and wept and talked and remembered and reaffirmed our beliefs in all that is seen and unseen and our faith in us.
We love you, Pablo.
You are with us and we are with you.