"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)



What better way to mark the last evening of my son and future daughter-in-law’s stay than a beautiful meal in a graceful garden restaurant,



While being serenaded by Carnatic musicians?



The “children” are now thousands of miles away, en route to Europe.



Without them,

The house seems quieter



And just a little sadder…



3 responses

  1. It doesn’t get any easier does it?

    February 27, 2011 at 8:23 pm

    • I think it becomes gentler – and the anxiety you feel for them, when they first set out on their own does dissolve.
      The thing that always surprises me is the energy that the young bring to the house, then pack away with them as they leave…

      February 27, 2011 at 8:33 pm

  2. Our oldest moved back to St. Louis in 2009 – he’s a St. Louis boy through and through. When he and his wife lived in Phoenix – it was just hard. Of course, who am I to talk — I move first to Houston and then St. Louis, with my parents and family in New Orleans.

    But any distance is distance felt, distance lived.

    February 28, 2011 at 9:47 am

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