Yesterday, while we were at church, two siblings took one sibling back to college. The one sibling now back at college was home all summer, and on some of his work days, he would come roaring back up the driveway in his car at about this time. On those days, he happened to be working closer to home, so he came home to grab lunch.
I just heard a car go by out on the road, and realized in a moment that it was not him. He is not here. It's not like I didn't know this. The empty bedroom is a pretty big clue, after all. I even got all his clothes washed and folded for him a couple of days ago. But still. That car? It wasn't him.