Dear Diary: Glow
When I came back into the apartment this afternoon, after having put Megan and Will in a taxi bound for their house, the place seemed abandoned, bereft. I’m not sure why this hasn’t happened before, on any of the other days that Megan has worked-from-home-from-my-house, but I’m not complaining, because it was really pretty painful for a minute or two.
My hunch is that Will has ceased to be an amazing, inexplicable miracle, and become a terrific little boy, and my grandson for real. But that can’t be all that there is to it, because I missed Megan as well. I suspect that if I have ever missed Megan in the past, I have surpressed the feeling, because one ought to want one’s child to go out into the world. Megan has certainly gone out into the world. But now she has come home — to her home. Her home is not in this apartment, certainly. But she carries a glow from her home wherever she goes, and it was that warmth that I missed when she took Will back down to the Lower East Side, and I was suddenly all by myself.