The picture book Gussie asked Josh to read him remains on the table across from the chairs where they sat together last night. A small silver spoon from Gussie’s apple sauce glints under the light. The drawing game we gave Gussie for Christmas and played together Sunday afternoon relaxes with its lid off. A handful of playful drawings we created spill out onto the table. A single blue post-it note clings to the corner, scrawled on with one of Josh’s to-do lists. A tower of paperback books, including a storytelling book and a poetry guide dwell next to the spot where I work every morning and sometimes try to write.