by Liane Kupferberg Carter
His grandfather died three years ago. In the past few years we have lost most of our elderly relatives, and Mickey asks about them too. “Does Aunt Tessie still love me?” he will ask. Like many children with autism, he is very literal.
“Do people come back from heaven?” he asks repeatedly. Over and over, I tell him no.
We are driving home after getting Mickey a flu shot when he asks suddenly, “Who buried Martin Luther King?”