I spent the last three days packing up my youngest child to help him move. He sold his condo and is planning to move to Denver, but for now, is moving to his mother’s property in the NEK (with the dog).
It brought back many memories of packing up someone I love to have them move away. The feeling that I must help because I love them and I want them to be happy, with feelings of dread and loss that they won’t be in my life anymore (or not much). Feelings of love and love lost all at the same time.
How many years have gone by? And the feelings are still there.
All my love wishing you happiness and success in your journey through life.
