This is a weird week for me. Someone at my old job is on vacation, and they asked if I wanted to fill in. So like a Ghost, I am here at work, but not “really” here at work.
At my desk, on the floor I see it. The bracelet my son made at camp last year. Blue and yellow beads on a string. Barely fits my wrist, I had put it on a corner of a photo last year. It made me think of him. And I realize that I had accidentally left it behind. Thought—Hmmm…they don’t clean up around here that often, eh? Other thought—my son is with me right now and always.
Coming home from work yesterday. Just surreal to be doing this again. But it’s not real. Next week, unemployment again. My “new normals” keep changing on me. I don’t like it. I want my life to be “normal” again.
This morning. Listening in on the baby monitor. My son had brought my daughter into his room. And was telling her all about the Force and how it works (that it can be used for good and that it can be used for bad; that it could have electrical aspects; that people can use the Force to push opponents away). She would babble her assent. We laid in bed and listened, not wanting to disturb this first real moment of sibling-ness.