I can clear Kenny from my head completely. I know that may take a while, but I owe it to the one who loves me to be completely in love with him, whoever that may be. My mom brought him up the other day in assign conversation. We were waiting to buy groceries and she asked what had happened with his family. All of a sudden I got this flutter in my heart that maybe he was back again, but I knew it wasn’t true. People don’t come back from the dead.
I told her they were doing fine, still trying to cope almost two years later. She said it was hard to lose a child, especially the way Kenny’s life ended. No parent should have to go through that, even parents as horrible as Kenny’s.
His mom was good enough. Sometimes I thought Kenny would be fine if his mom were a single mom. She was nice, polite, and most of all liked me more than his previous girlfriends. His dad was a nightmare. Boorish, outdated, and incredibly rude. He expected more from Kenny than any parent should expect from a child, and he made sure Kenny knew he was disappointed. He could have brought home Mother Teresa as his girlfriend and Kenny’s dad still would have been unhappy.
Maybe that’s why Kenny…
