It might be the cool fall weather.
It might be a quiet night in bed when it all feels too...normal.
It might just be one of those moments that I feel him here with me, no reason at all.
I often think that when my mind slips to this little lost boy of ours, that he is snuggled up next to me in a world I cannot see, visiting from his majestic home among the heavens. That I can sense him here because we were one together for so long. Linked physically and mentally and every way in between. I feel him.
And would I be crazy to ask how your day was? Who you played with today? And will you tell grandpa I miss him when you return? My heart aches to hold your little hand again. To kiss those sweet lips, to hold you so tight in my arms that death itself couldn't take you again from us.
I miss you, sweet Eli.
Now run home before you are late to pour rain.
And light the stars.
And all the other important jobs your siblings have given you.
I'm with you always, and you with me.