Calculator

Letter 59 – The Calculator

 

Dear Garrett,

This calculator. This calculator that I use every week.

The first time I sat down to pay bills after you died, I took the cover of the calculator off, and I froze.

I had forgotten. I stared down at the inside of the cover, and the tears came. At some point, I don’t remember when, you had scratched onto the inside of the cover, I LOVE YOU MOM. It was painful to see it. This evidence of your life. This reminder that you had not long ago been a living, breathing boy.

Every week I see this. Every week it hurts to see it. But am I going to change my calculator? No way.

I LOVE YOU MOM, it says. I love you too, bud. I love you, too.

 

 

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