I got scared off from blogging for a while, because while visiting "him" one day I watched as he found my blog address in his favorites.

"What's this?" he wondered aloud, and I quickly did my best to keep him going in whatever his original direction had been. I think that was just after I had written something about "men who make me feel like a woman," and he was an inspiration for that.

So now it's a while later, we're dating, and he's telling me about his mom's last days. We're video chatting via Skype, and when that part of the conversation is done, I google her.

I come up with an obituary notice that includes her picture. He's resumed playing World of Warcraft," and I have a three-quarters view of his head. Oddly enough, that's about the angle of his mother's face in her picture. I think he looks more like his mom than his dad, and he's definitely got her nose.

I wonder about her hopes for him and her care for him. It's strange to think of her not being there in his home state. Not wondering if he's coming home for Christmas. It's strange to think of the detachment that death brings.

She looks nice.

I wish I could have seen them interact.