And so they go and with them goes my heart, because one part of my soul was born with my son and he carries that part away. No wonder that even after 18 years of leaving home, a wife and 3 children, missing him still occurs.
He lives so far away! At least they didn’t see my tears this time. That’s an improvement. And the raw emptiness of pain didn’t overwhelm me, it was more in line with just a mother who misses her son, not an endless cave sinking past earth into the infinite universe.
Because growth has occurred, that of finding a connection with self, a grounding, a place to call home, be home, and find solace.
A solace no one else can give me.