Good Friday

Another week has passed. Hectic and a headache, it was. A flurry of phone calls, preparations and interviews, it also was. I suppose that is a good sign and I shouldn't complain. But such is human nature - forever discontented and complaining. If I could hear some awesome news after Easter, I swear not to complain for a good one month.

Good Friday is here again. Memories flood my mind. Down in Bilbul, I wonder what you are doing. Was I on your mind during your hours-long drive? Does it feel the same without me by your side? What is everyone else doing? Is my presence missed? 

I thought of Adam - him waking us up early Easter morning to hunt for his Easter eggs. I miss his smile, the sparkle in his eyes and him calling my name. But I couldn't miss you calling mine more on this good Friday.