Two years ago today, J’s grandfather died. But you can still see and hear him in archived interviews and on a multi-episode series he hosted for a PBS show. We haven’t yet taken these opportunities to see and hear him again, but we know we can if we want to. And, just the other day, I mentioned that possibility to J.
“Would watching a tape of Grandpa be the same as being with him?” I asked J.
“You can’t talk to him,” J replied immediately. “It’s like if a fan is broken and you watch a video of the fan when it was working,” he went on, delighted with his analogy. “You can see the fan, but you can’t feel it.”
Monday, October 8, 2012
Autism diaries, XXXVIII: death, revisited
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I was thinking about J this weekend -- our family is heading down to Orlando soon for a family vacation. My husband wanted to do a swamp/airboat tour, and in talking to the guy who does them, he happened to mention how popular the tour is with autistic kids. I suppose it's like getting to sit in front of an enormous ceiling fan.
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