Missing K

I remember this feeling. It happened every time my kids went back to boarding school. That feeling that "something" is missing. We took K back home this morning and were out busy all afternoon. But when I walked back into the house tonight - there was that feeling. I remember when Audra and Ross and Chelsea would leave for ICA, I would walk to each of their rooms and lay on their beds and just try to smell them into existence! Of course, I cried. I will NEVER like saying goodbye and it will NEVER be easy. And here we are saying it again. Oh, it is just for a few days. We will see them all on Sunday - but still. I've got the blues. I miss my little K. I wonder if he eats bones?