Here’s a text conversation with my son last Sunday. Yes – I was joking about Dungeons & Dragons. He’s never played that. “Little fella” is a joke too. He’s 2″ taller than I am. But he’s my little boy. Forever. Just like I was my dad’s boy.
I missed him too on Sunday. It’s the quiet times that we miss him most, and Sundays have quiet times. Mom has quiet times every day. She misses him every day. I know it’s so hard for her that she’s sometimes paralyzed.
I want her to “get busy” and “snap out of it.” But I know that’s unfair.