Here in the crisp dark cold early Monday morning, the week stretches out before me infinitely.  It feels like it will be a thousand years before I see you again.  A thousand years and a thousands disappointments, before you climb into my lap and wrap your arms around me again, whispering Mama.  My heart is aching seven ways this morning and I haven’t even left yet.

Life moves on.  It marches in a way that feels unexplainable.  Every time I am there I am not here.  I don’t want to be anywhere else.  All around me people are going about their lives.  They are cleaning and working and lifting and doing.  I am watching, from 10,000 feet up–maybe even 30,000–wanting to be there with you.  I want to help you move that couch.  I want to help you decorate that tree.  I want to help you do that grocery shopping.    I want to help you write that essay, cook that meal, fix that car, do that homework, sing that song, plan that trip. 

I miss you.

3 Responses to “A thousand miles away”

  1. Jena Says:

    Beautiful, Meg. Beautiful Meg.

  2. flutter Says:

    absolutely gorgeous.

  3. Patricia Dolan Says:


    Can you email me at with your email address?