He looked taller. He looked like he had filled out. It had been less than 60 days. An illusion.
We couldn’t make it to Family Weekend in September. I could sense disappointment. His roommates’ parents showed. They graciously invited him to dinner.
It was a short 4-day week at school this weekend. A trip home before Thanksgiving wasn’t in the budget. Many of his new mates on the floor had planned to head home as they lived within a few hours drive. He didn’t want to make the call. He didn’t have to say it. And he didn’t. He wanted (needed) to come home, even if it was a brief weekend stay. And he could catch up with his sister who was home on break.
Dad and Son engaged in their customary near-monosyllabic dialogue.
- Do you like it there? Yes.
- Classes and grades? Very good.
- Girlfriend? No.
- Food? Good.
- No drugs, right? No, Dad.
- You need a haircut. No, Dad. (Yes, he really did. Let it go Dad. Just this once.)
- Need anything? No. I’m good.
- What do you miss most about home? My own bed and my shower. And Zeke.
It was after midnight, well past my bed time. I walked up the stairs and crawled into bed. I could hear the soft murmurring of Eric’s and Rachel’s voices downstairs. The chatter swelling my heart as I pulled the covers up. It was good. It was good to have everyone home.
When he arrived home from the airport, he came running through the house with his arms outstretched to give me a hug. Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable by holding on too long, I loosened my grip. He sensed this, re-gripped and squeezed me tighter and wouldn’t let go. I needed those extra seconds. Hold me Son. Hold me.
Later this afternoon, we’ll be driving him to the airport. A short quiet ride.
And the house spills out empty again.
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