Clay has left school.
I don't know the story, though I'm sure there is one. It was a sudden departure - well, sudden to me, anyway. It may well have been coming for a long time. There was no time for goodbyes, though. Clay was literally at school one day and gone the next.
So there are no more high-fives in the parking lot.
No more opportunities to explore the world.
No more friendly invitations.
No more magic birthday parties.
My heart is full of prayers and good wishes for Clay, his adorable baby brother, and their wonderful mom. But, really, my heart is broken as well. Bud, on the other hand, takes a much more philosophical view on the matter. Today another boy at school was out sick, and I wondered if Bud understood the difference, so as we drove home I said, "Tim wasn't at school day."
"He's sick," Bud told me.
"And Clay is not at school anymore either. Where is Clay?"
"He's home," Bud said. "He's playing outside. He watches PBS Kids on t.v. He's happy."
I hope so, Bud. I really do hope so.