I do not like math, I never have. In spite of the fact that I am incredibly linear and logical, geometry, algebra, etc..., it's all Greek to me. I always had to work hard at math in school which only made me further dislike it. I did not care why a+b+c=z or why the slope of a line could be determined by using the formula y=mx+b. Who cares? As long as I can figure what 40% off of those smokin' Christian Louboutins is, who cares what a quadratic equation is. I'm just sayin'.
Here is a very simple equation that any first or second grader could solve: 3 - 1 = 2
Alas, it does not. At least not in my world. I live in a world where this simplest of equations will never appear just as it seems: concrete, clear, irrefutable. When I was teaching first grade, we would define subtraction as taking something away so that it is no longer there. This is where I start to struggle. You see, my -1, Boe, is HERE. He is in Adler's little face everytime he smiles, he is on my children's minds when, out of nowhere, they say, "Boe is night night" or "Boe, away, yeah". He is in our home depicted in artwork and family photos. Most importantly, he is in our hearts every single second of every single day.
Though he may not be readily visible, though he may not be tangible, he is here. He has not been taken away so that he is no longer here, he is simply here in a different way. So, mathematicians, scientists, those who thrive on proof, evidence, and cold hard facts, for now we must agree to disagree. I shall never again agree that 3 - 1 = 2. To me, 3 - 1 is still 3, 1 is just somewhere else. He is everywhere and nowhere all at once. He is my little boy, he is a brother, a son, the playmate and best friend who is missed always, thought of constantly and loved forever. -1 is Boe.