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.
Diary of a Widower 