Westerly Wood
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Great reference, GG. There's little in the world that either Fiddler on the Roof or The Big Lebowski can't address with quotes!Sunrise, sunset...
Holy moly it’s a wonder some of these kids can walk on their own let alone get dressed by themselves.
Right? How did all my friends from my youth get so old?That is a terrific picture Woody! Time goes
by much too quickly. It all seems like a
blur some days. My youngest is starting her senior year of college next week. It’s very hard to fathom since I’m still 25 in my mind.
I hope they come to class at least partially dressed!
I know! Some days it’s like I was abducted by aliens and returned 40 years later with no memory of what happened.Right? How did all my friends from my youth get so old?
Man, that sure sounds familiar. For me I’d say 20ish. When the kids were born time went away.I know! Some days it’s like I was abducted by aliens and returned 40 years later with no memory of what happened.
When the kids were born time went away.
Don't be too sad --she'll be graduated and back home and back in your house looking for a job before you know it! Seriously, congratulations on a job well-done.
That's happened to me... twice. It's the new normal.she'll be graduated and back home and back in your house looking for a job before you know it!
That's tough, tonepoet. The only child thing can really be tough on the heartstrings... But, as you said, all's well and life moves on!My son was an "only child" so that last walk out was helping him carry his keyboard out to his car. I felt really empty at first (I was already divorced from his mother). One of my favorite experiences, when he was still here with me, was when he'd come home from school, go into his room and improvise on the keyboard. I'd stop whatever I was doing and just lay on my back on the couch, close my eyes and listen to him play and play, sort of George Winston style. Great memories.
Interestingly, I had a dream after he left home where my deceased Dad and I are standing on the shore of a canal and my son is paddling away in a canoe. He rounds the bend paddling but doesn't look back. When he was out of sight, my Dad turns to me and says "That's just the way life is. You have to let him go"
But he's doing quite well and has a photography business going. He'll be 28 this year. I'm happily remarried and all is well. Life moves on.