I’m used to the lies by now. They are common and easy to say. I say them for the sake of other people, but also for myself. I have to lie so that I’m not always the guy that sucks the air out of a room, even if that room is the entire outdoors on a glorious fall day at the farmer’s market and someone has questions about me, about my life, about how I’m doing. There is no point in ruining every idle conversation and friendly chatter with truth about my dead son Silas.