My son is leaving for Taiwan next week. He won't be back until next June. I know this is the normal course of events, children grow up, they move on, they go far away, but it still hit me hard. When I realized I could no longer jump in the car and get to him should he be hurt or sick, I just started crying.
Last night we had a goodbye dinner for him, and my daughter came home to see him off too. I got this picture of us, and I worried if this might be the last time I see him. You never know what life has in store, and I have led a charmed life these last 15 or so years. I just took a deep breath and plunged forward. This is the normal course of events. You can't do anything about it, and what would you do anyway, put them in a box, not let them grow and experience the world? You just let go because nothing you could do otherwise would make it any easier.