June 25th, 2018 → 6:38 am @ Lea // No Comments

“Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.” – King John

My son has left for summer camp (a 2-week overnight camp), and it is just so unnatural without him.  His presence fills the house; his toys, his clothes, his smell…  his laughter, his smiles, his questions…  My son will return in two weeks, yet if his brief absence to this happy place is still so biting, I literally cannot imagine what the bereft parents at the U.S. border are going through right now.