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* Here.
* Something warm. |
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* I’ve always been a Milo girl myself.
* This old sweet tooth is probably murder on my cholesterol, but what can I say!
* You gotta live while you’re still alive, ay? |
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* You don’t have to talk, Cliff.
* But it usually helps if you do. So...
* "She"? |
My wife, Mesa, and...
...and my son... |
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* I'm so sorry.
* Was it recent? |
Yes... no.
No. It's been years. I only... just found out. |
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* Oh, no...
* That must've been difficult. |
All that time I was away, I could feel them out there. Like I could almost see them. Mesa, and-- and my little boy. Playing together. Growing up.
And now I find out-- I-- The whole time, they were both-- |
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* There was no way you could have known, Cliff.
* You can’t blame yourself for that.
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* ...Your son.
* What was his name?
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Jasper.
His name was Jasper. |
| I-- I know. Your Jasper, I know he's not-- |
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| * It's okay, Cliff. I know. |
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* When Rex first died, I kept looking for him everywhere.
* It was so unexpected. I’d see him in the uncut lawn, in the stupid swirls of my hot cocoa.
* I felt so-- silly, I did, but that’s just how it goes, right?
* Your heart wants to remember them. |
Rex is... still around, though. Isn't he?
As a ghost? |
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* He is, and he isn't.
* Jasper could always see him right away. From day one. That's how I...
* How we found out.
* So, yes, he's in our son's life. And I'm glad for that!
* But... I know he's not back for me. |
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* I used to try and... I had this habit, early on, I'd sprinkle baby powder on the mirror in our en suite.
* You know, hoping he'd write a message there, in the dust.
* And then I'd wait, and I'd wait, and...
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* I don't know. I can't live like that.
* Having and not having.
* Getting stuck in that in-between, it's worse than being on either side. |
I don't... I don't want to be in that place.
I'm trying not to be stuck. |
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| * Well, you don't move on all at once, either... |
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* Maybe-- we start by...
* Giving yourself some time.
* Feel what needs feeling. Okay? |
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