A short personal essay I originally published on Medium.
"A blood vessel in his brain burst during the flight from Japan and he was dead three days. After a few minutes, Kai wants to stop swinging. I stop the swing for him and help him climb out of the red plastic seat. He runs towards the see-saw. I think about the old artist. I haven’t seen him again either. And I think about Keith and the monk and wonder. Then Kai calls me over to the see-saw to play with him. I sit on the see-saw and we bounce up and down. And he laughs and laughs."