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Bud Carlson's avatar

I'm crying as I read your story, and it's all your fault. Well....not really, but a certain PHC cruise in 2005, up the coast of Maine and into northeast Canada had something to do with it. I'm not sure if it was a stop in Halifax, St. John, or PEI, but Julie and I were walking the town and we caught sight of an open air-tour carriage (one of the shore excursions) with you and your daughter, who was probably 7 or so. The combination of serenity and joy overtook me, and I thought, love is always with us, regardless of age. Two years later, we adopted a beautiful girl at birth. Now, at my age of 73, and Julie, ten years younger, we have had 14 magical, wonderful years with our growing daughter. She's currently at a camp in Maine - a welcome break from the enforced pandemic inspired life that the three of us have been living. And, of course we miss her terribly and I shake my head as I revisit the household conflicts of too much screen time and too little math practice, and I promise myself to be the most loving, supporting father ever, when we pick her up. In the meantime, I'm crying as I read your article, and view the picture at the end, with her looking near the age she was on that Canadian trip. I wish your daughter well, and be sure to thank her, since it was that final picture at the end that prompted me to click "Subscribe"!

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Lori Fagan's avatar

Oh, man. I know the feeling. I have one child. He is 27. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed after we left him at Macalester, two states away, for college. My husband had to do all the driving even though he was verklempt, too. I moped and teared up on a regular basis for the next month and couldn’t wait for Parents Weekend, when we again drove up from Illinois to see him — for about two hours total. He stayed up in the Cities for the next 5 years, and I and husband planned to move up ourselves this summer. Nope. Now he wants to come home. He’s here now for a long visit, which in my mind is a prelude. Oh. My. God. My husband and I clearly have adjusted to our darling’s absence way better than I’d ever thought we would. You will, too, even though it doesn’t feel like it now.

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