Going Back

The Monday after A was gone, I had the instinctial urge to turn my car to the left to drop A her off, except, I couldn't. She wasn't there to drop off. Oh, how I would love to have to drop her off every day still.

Something in me told me to go there this afternoon. I couldn't put it off any longer. I don't know if I was expecting to 'feel' her or what, but I just had to go.

I spent thirty minutes talking to her teacher. She asked about A and I told her what I knew. She told me her and the other teacher have been wanting to call me, but weren't really sure what to say. I can tell she misses A deeply.

A has missed out on so much already. They had a field trip and another party. One of her classmates has even left for a few months to go to another country.

I was glad I went. I'm even planning to go back soon to go see the other teacher.

I miss them. I miss her. They miss her, too.