Am looking forward to the weekend. It's Regol & Broody's cookout and we're (the boys) guaranteed a feast of seafood and more.
It's also M's last weekend with the boys of sorts - he's leaving, off to a place nobody had thought of ever going to, for work at least, first because we had some misplaced idea where we should be based at to be considered successful, second because at the time we were in college there's only a handful of first-world countries we can think of to migrate to. Not that he's migrating, but it's usually the first step.
And now I wonder, with M gone, will the boys ever be the same again? When I left years ago, the question never crossed my mind - I always assumed the boys will be alright with or without me around. But M's different; you could say he's the cohesive force that kept us together all these years.
Truth be told, I don't want him to go. Because M gone will leave a space at the dinner table that usually doesn't seat everyone.Because M gone will mean one less birthday to celebrate, one less excuse to leave our own decidedly old lives and escape, even for a weekend, to a place and time where we can be in college again. Because M gone is a reminder that things have changed much since then, yet we haven't, at least those left behind.
Or have we?
