There’s a subtle difference between the English phrase, “I’m missing you” and the french expression, “you are missing from me”.
When Dominic went on a trip or wasn’t present for a meal or hadn’t called in a couple of days, I missed him.
But it was the kind of missing where you can catch up eventually.
I could have filled in the details of what happened while he was gone and still get his reaction, advice, input and unique perspective.
But now, things are utterly changed.
He is missing from me.
Untouchable, unreachable and unknowable.
The part of me uniquely reflected from the mirror that is my third-born child is just gone.
And there is no way to get it or him back.