Diary of a Widower

Daily entries by a husband, who stayed behind with his two sons

From young kid to young man

SATURDAY, October 23 – It’s a miracle: Sander’s going to the barbershop for the first time in a year and a half. C and her daughters are tagging along as advisers. Then they’re off to the mall. Sander buys a velvet blazer, tight jeans and a striped shirt. I was so used to his eternal white T-shirt and sloppy jeans that I almost didn’t recognize him in his new clothes. A young man. If only she could have seen him. Is there such a thing as vicarious pride?

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