But they came, with incontrovertible claims, shared pain, named joy, poetry on the bed when he was gone to work, the dog biscuit club, the belt hanging on the wall like a reminder of what would come. But not then, not now when we are together apart from him. I know you and you know me. Here there is no hiding. We share this one story, this one struggle, this one survival, this one burden we carry on our backs and in our hearts. It plays like a chord, vibrating in harmony, and I know where I belong is here.