On the weekends, I let Joshua sleep in our bed with me. This weekend, sometime in the night, his foot touched mine and naturally I thought it was you. Everything about it felt familiar. His touch brought an instant safety and warmth. It was a bitter sweet moment. I wished I stayed in the slumber stupor a little longer. It was real. It was you, and I wasn’t alone. My heart ached as I realized I would never feel your touch again. Sunday was Easter. After church, we went to the cemetery and spent time at your grave. Joshua wondered if he poured water on you if you would soften and come back alive again. (He got this idea from a cartoon called Dead Sea Squirrels. Two squirrels were dried up (petrified) for centuries at the Dead Sea but when they were rained on they came alive again. He turned to me and said: “Dad’s body was hard like stone… We should try that the next time we go ...