Today I watched two grown men sob together on a bench in a square. One man had his head in the other’s lap crying so hard he was shaking. There was a third man standing giving his support with the touch of his hand. Justin and I were sitting in a cafe watching the three men through the big wall sized window. We were talking about what could be wrong. It seemed obvious to me that someone had died. Maybe their mother? Maybe a sister or brother or father?
Just when I had it all figured out, two of the men left with their suitcases. They were saying goodbye.
I love that we are capable of having such deep friendships/relationships, but it sure makes life difficult when we have to live so far away from the ones we love.
Today while walking home from the cafe I was holding Maisie in my arms and I told her I loved her. I asked her if she loved me too and she responded, “Only a little bit.” I asked her where the rest of her love was and she said, “Far away. Where Avery lives.”
It’s a missing family kind of day.