GETTING CLOSER
We have a week to go. The emotional overload is at such a fever pitch that no one in the house knows if they are coming or going.
For the last three weeks the whole college thing has been back-burnered as not only did I lose my best friend in life of forty-eight years but Glenn and I together lost four other people to death. We did not know Teddy Kennedy, but we knew many others and Dominick Dunne and James Lord topped off the week. So suffice to say Boston compared with forever did not seem like as big a deal.
And then add on that we moved apartments last week. Our freshman decided that she had too many good-byes to say and the house was moved pretty much without her. She spent her week teary-eyed – the reality that everyone is moving on to new lives for the most part becoming more apparent with each passing day. It is not an easy transition and I sympathize, though life is a series of changes, this is her first biggie.
Yesterday the reality really hit as her best friend Linea Keyes, who has spent so many weekends here over the last three years we think of her as our third child, took off for Johns Hopkins. Saying good-bye to her was tough for us, but not nearly as tough as it was on Taylor, who fell apart.
This has caused her to respond in a rather unsavory manner the last twenty-four hours. I’m not sure she knows where to put her feelings and hiding them does not seem to do the trick. Crying works a bit, but anger seems to be her feeling of choice as of this morning and I am its number one recipient.
She is unburying things from the anger drawer I haven’t had lobbed at me in years from the divorce to ruining her life all the way through. But all the books say this is normal.
I amthe safe harbor, though I feel like a storm is crashing down on me too; however, I will stay strong.
But once I turned her phone back on she calmed down. Now she is busily ordering away on the computer.
The charges she racked up the last week could help in rebuilding war torn Iraq.
I am off for a massage. After a week of moving apts, a month of death and dealing with my freshman, this freshman mom needs a break.
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