Today, right this minute, the actual living Hans is not back there in the past. He is not here with me in my present except in my memories. Hans is in my future. Click here to read the whole thing.
It would easy to spend all my time preoccupied with the past. The way it was. Looking at – no examining - old photographs. Studying, not just the image of our son, but the background, too. Everyday scenery that has not changed but is so totally different now. Trying to find the what-ifs casually arranged …