I'll miss our conversations on the way to and from school, which went generally like this:
Me: "Some statement or observation that is highly intelligent."
Me: "God damn it Jan, you need to go to an audiologist."
Jan: "Well you need to see a speech therapist. You sound like you have a mouthful of marbles."
Me: "Wooden ear."
Jan: "Eat shit."
So, I watched her drive off in the rain this morning, back to normal. It felt like the first day I dropped Sean off at pre-school. "Sigh."
But we'll always have April.