I watch them as they finish packing up. Tomorrow they load the truck and drive away. My daughter will finish up her semester teaching, but she’ll spend weekends away between now and then. Gradually and all too quickly… she’s gone.
Every parent lets go of a child at one point or another. For some, this unfolds in stages: Leaving to attend school, securing a first job or apartment, meeting and marrying a life-partner, then sometimes moving far away. For others, it happens all too suddenly.
To hold onto them interrupts the natural progression of human life and history.
Staring at the empty spaces inside the house reminds me of so many bittersweet days.
As I step onto an all-too-modest porch with its cracked concrete and quaint little yard, I re-count a wealth of afternoons spent eating, laughing and sharing with those I love most.
In the glint of the afternoon, I sift quietly through the dust… and count myself blessed.