The kids went to a good friends house today.  They had a great day.

I did some errands.  I had a good day.

Then we came home.

Zion, Jacoba, Zekijah and I.

We came home to an empty house.  A house without Marisa.  Echoes of Marisa, but not Marisa.  Our children do not come home to their mother.

My children don’t come home to their mother.

Sorrow filled me.  And not because I think that reality has set in because I’m not sure that has happened yet.  But maybe because I’ve only been playing with change.