There will be no more need for two pots of coffee in the morning. There will be no more bathrobe discussions about everything from Little House on the Prairie to Sarah Palin. Gone will be the people-watching sessions, dancing in the living room, dress shopping, and six able hands in the kitchen. At least Mom won't be able to beat me in Scrabble anymore (by the way, "megawhore" is not an official word in the Scrabble dictionary).
There will be no more makeup in my guest room drawers. The two women we love most in this world will once again be halfway around the globe.
Our home, and indeed our lives, will seem...
quite simply...
incomplete.
