To Gabriel

At the bottom of my desk drawer, tucked inside an envelope, is a small collection of my favorite photos of you. Looking at them, I can’t help but smile. What a little imp you were: exuberant, mischievous, curious, happy.

Today those times seem very far away or as if they belonged to someone else. It seared my soul to hear you say that you sometimes want to stab yourself in the head to make the voices stop. I feel so helpless, unable to silence the voices or chase the visions back into the shadows. I would give anything to give you some peace.