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So Not Real
We just wept and clapped at his high school graduation. All these people we have known for years now going different ways. Will I stay connected to these parents? Will he see his high school friends again? I think about that because that is what ends today.
Bake sales, parent meetings, after school sports, dances, mall runs, forgotten books in the locker, girlfriend and no girlfriend, popular and not, smart and not, caring and selfish. Who will sit in his seat at school? At home, that seat will be empty. Not real to me.
We cooked together or at least he showed up with the smell of chicken and rice. How often will I get to visit him?
I just ask questions so tears won't take me down deeper. Although most of my questions make me cry. It is over, the little boy. It is over, the everyday chatter and reminders and nite-nite. I will be happy for him, just not feeling that now. I am feeling blank. I am so glad he graduated and has doors open for his future.
Me, not sure about my future. Not deeply in love anymore and still a good man. Me. Who is ME? I just want to sit outside with a latte. Sit. I don't want to decide anything after the lists it took to get to today. Summer is more lists. Parties of goodbye. Then the so called DROP OFF at his dorm. I want to just SIT.
Thanks for having this website for all of us. I am not alone, am I? I wonder who I will grow to be with more free time. I hope I won't become a worrier, well not everyday worrier. That would be a waste of my life.