I was nearly two when it happened. My mom had gone through the closet looking for clues. She found a business card in the pocket of his clothes, my father’s clothes; the clothes she usually laundered. Looking at the white rectangle business card she held in her hand spurred hot tears. The logo looked so innocuous, so pleasant- A divorce attorney. Why couldn’t he find the words? As a toddler we are encouraged to use words rather than clock unknowing people bruskly over the head with our toy? Why couldn’t he find the words? Not even Goodbye?