“Today, we dropped our son off at the train station to head back to college for the spring semester of his first year.”
“When I got home, the house felt so quiet. I missed his talking, his guitar playing, and the sound of his video games. The house felt empty without him.”
“Then, I started finding notes. Everywhere. He left little messages in places he knew I’d find them. ‘Have a nice bath’ was on the edge of the bathtub. ‘You look beautiful’ was on the mirror of my medicine cabinet. ‘I love you’ was inside my coffee maker.”
“Finding these notes made me so happy. And then I kept finding more. Each note made me think it would be the last one, but then I’d find another. When he called to update me about his travels, I asked him why he left them, and he said it’s because he didn’t want me to forget him.”
“As if that’s possible.”
“I’m sure by now he’s found the note I left in the dinner I packed for him. ‘Be careful and I love you.'”
“Because I don’t want him to forget me either.”
Cheryl Gottlieb Boxer, Writer
Such a beautiful story.