I had to say goodbye to my oldest daughter Sunday. She was headed back to her current home and workplace in Washington DC. She loves her job, she loves her friends, and she is a real success story in that she had few friends and no job or place to live when she first moved to DC. I am both equal amounts of proud and happy when I think about her life now.
But the hardest part of all of this for me is that she lives apart from us. On a day to day basis, I'm fine with that, knowing how much she loves her new home. But when it comes time to say goodbye after we visit her or she visits us, I'm a soggy natural disaster!!
I hugged her Sunday, and didn't want to let go, all the time crying. My intention is not to make her sad or upset; I just know I'll miss her until I can see her in person again.
My grandmother, who lived in Arizona, used to be the same way at the end of our yearly summer vacation visits to see her. I have definitely become just like her. A full-on waterworks when it's time for the goodbyes.
I have no solutions, but I just really needed to channel my feelings of sadness, so writing was the first thing that came to mind. Thanks for understanding. Sunday was a real rough patch for me.
Thanks to Ruth and Stacey for hosting us on Tuesdays -- I'm delighted to be continuing my membership in this writing community that meets every week for Slice of Life Tuesday. And on this day in particular, I'm so happy that there is this forum for me to express my emotions.
