Today, I ran into an old friend who I had lost touch with. I've thought of her family often over the years, in particular, her beautiful little boy. We ran into each other when I went to pick my son up from his Classroom Day. I saw her face and had the instant feeling of a child finding a favorite teddy bear or blanket after a long time lost. We stared at each other and stammered... and then we just hugged and hugged and hugged. After loosening my tight squeeze on her, my first thought was to ask about her son.
Of all her children, he's the one I asked about. Her chin started to tremble a tiny bit as she pulled away and tilted her head slightly to the side, like she was tentative about what she was about to say.
"He passed away five years ago."
I put my hand to my mouth and shook my head no... tears instantly came to my eyes. She consoled me. The mom who lost her sweet little boy consoled me.
I don't know how she got through it, much less have to go through it again every time she had to say it out loud to long lost friends.
I'm so glad to be reconnected and I'm looking forward to the plans we made to meet up tomorrow. I'm just so sad that there will be a beautiful little boy missing at the table.