I miss Eli. I miss hearing about his life. I miss being the go-to person when he is upset or musing about life or dreaming about his future. I miss having rummage rights to his psyche, to his thinking, to his growth. I miss his warm hugs and his presence. Now I have to knock on his door to get an audience with the king. And when I open the door, he looks up from his laptop and the cell phone in his lap (inevitably he's talking to his girlfriend and studying or talking to his girlfriend and reading D & D or talking to his girlfriend and doing calculus) and the look on his face is always, Oh all right, all right. How long is this going to take?
"It's Laura," he says into the phone with resignation. And then he waits for the latest ... [Continue Reading]