Behind The Mirror

And so the trend continues. Fourteen days past due. I know, I of all people know, how our family is about wandering off and doing whatever comes to mind. I know I have done it to her enough times, but she never seemed the type. Not now, after so long waiting…and especially without calling. The 28 on the calendar is burning itself into memory, black as night, black as…well I am not going there. Two weeks is not so bad, my last wandering was four months, and she welcomed me back with open arms, without question. Still, the hunger for her grows and despite my best intentions, I begin to worry. This is all too familiar ground and the similarity to Lavi is frightening. Still, it has only been two weeks and T will never be like Lavi. A little more time…surely I can give her that before I panic. So I wait as I can do little else just yet.

Lazarus. The thought of Rebecca’s boy always brings a smile to my face. Laz my friend, I miss the hell out of you, especially this week. I sure could use one of your jokes right about now – and I’d only have to say one word as to why and you would understand.