Missing Jonah on Every Holiday

I had a fabulous 4th of July celebration with my family–my 3 granddaughters romping in the pool with their parents, discovering all the toys in the playroom I furnished for them from FB Marketplace, eating  takeout from the smoker that Todd prepared from the inimitable Starving Artist Cafe in Stockton, NJ. And yet, Jonah was missing. He is the tiny hole in the fabric of my joy. And it will always be this way.