One of our favorite places to pass is Crooked Street (has quite a few curves), but living on the edge of the Adirondacks most roads have quite a few curves, so not sure why it achieved such unique status. But at the juncture of New York Highway 29, Crooked Street turns into Fishhouse Road. Not sure if there is, or ever was, a fish-house down that road, but Crooked Road is quite crooked.
For me Crooked Street holds a special spot in my heart because Josh’s body was quite crooked. We did not deny his crooked body. We embraced it. It was part of him. I told him he was quite famous. There was a whole nursery rhyme about him. He and I used to say the Crooked Man nursery rhyme together… giggling.
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
When Scott told me about Crooked Street, all I could think is, “Josh would have loved to live on this street.”
Every time we pass it I smile and think of our precious Josh.
It was two years ago, today, we lost our youngest son. Miss you, Joshie…
