“ Will you like to be there, my Love?” Joseph, Jasper’s father asked his wife as he sat before a mantel fire, in order to keep the cold of the night away.
“It’s not the same without Jasper.” A silence followed, she was right, his wife was right, Joseph knew, but still…
“ I know it. I know it. but, my dear, I'm sure our son would want us to live. To live, and not sit still, not be broken, and desolate. He'd want us to be there for the festival, he’d want us to laugh, dance, and eat all that food. you baked.” He added the last part and ran a hand through her hair, she looked to her husband and smiled.
The man who knew her, in and out. He was her rock, her blessing from God, she saw him that way, there was no other way.
“ He wouldn’t want us to live as though we mourned, which is what I
