It’s a sight I’ve not forgotten. I’d tried to avert the eyes of kids playing in the park, as I buried my infant son.
My wife was distraught, but we had to catch the last train back home. The paediatrician was world-famous, but just said ‘Sorry…’.
Years later, I come back to see if I can spot one of those kids. They must’ve grown up, but I may recognise a saviour.
I know it’s crazy, but hope lingers. Maybe my son was not dead… Maybe there was a breath ….
But will he forgive me for doing that to him?