Til we meet again

Is easier than goodbye,

And more truthful too.

Sitting here, my last hours in Colorado, trying to get a handle on my emotions. My son will be fine, this I know, but it will be hard for both of us. Weird, he says. Just odd. He has not wrapped his head around the fact that this is now where he lives. I don’t think he took into account the strength of our bond, and now he’s seeing it, and it will be hard.

I have wrapped my head around it. It’s so hard to accept, so hard to know he’s going to be 2000 miles from me. Ok, 1900 miles. I know he’s going to have a happy life here. I just have to figure out how to let go, let the connection stretch over the miles, and to think of him with joy, not so much pain.

I guess I just have to take each moment and get through it, and realize it’s all good, all is well, life goes on. And maybe make some tentative plans to see him. In late winter or early spring.

Onward, just onward.

Love and light.Til