My burn is feeling a little bit better, after just one day. My trunk is also healing. My back is healing. The only thing that is not healing is my heart. It is still broken, missing Bill. But I’m trying to enjoy the Tuesday morning sunshine, watching the girl Lily paint a picture of the Alligator Boy.
Except in this picture, Henry Jack does not have alligator skin. He does not have elephant skin.
Henry Jack has the skin of a normal boy in Lily’s painting. He sits in a lawn chair in the yard, smiling, staring into the distance as she paints away.
I wish Henry Jack did not have his wrinkled skin. I know that it gives him pain. He is in pain today, with red color from the sun on his face.
I feel pain for Henry Jack. He feels pain for me. That is what best friends do.