Diary of a Widower

Daily entries by a husband, who stayed behind with his two sons

Him, gone, without me

THURSDAY, February 18 – I was flabbergasted. This morning Eamonn put on his shoes and his jacket, grabbed his schoolbag and gave me a kiss. He went down the stairs, followed by E, and they were gone. Off to school. I was left behind, wondering what had just happened. Last night she told him she was taking him to school. Which she did. It still strikes me as something of a miracle. Him, gone, without me.

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