At and I were up again around 6:00 am to make breakfast tacos. Then I dropped At off at the bus for Detroit where they're meeting up with friends to go see Connor O'Malley. Back home, Nu took today to "decompress."
Let me be weird: At got home late last night after Nu had already gone to bed, so I thought Nu would want some At time at breakfast, but Nu decided for a Saturday sleep-in instead. Fair. Also, At was in a hurry this morning and didn't say goodbye to Nu. Understandable. The thing is... ever since I read Cheryl Strayed's Wild, where the siblings become estranged after their mom dies, I've been hit by the fear that my kids will lose touch with each other as grownups if I'm not around.
How's that for a nice morbid thought? Ok... back to grading.
Pic: Grey skies and a glassy Red Cedar River; I love the curving tree in the foreground.
3 comments:
I like that image, too.
Good luck to At with the organizing.
Sounds like a nice restful day, except for the fretting, I think that's a natural worry, especially with a big age gap.
Oh, I'm sorry you have those worries. I too sometimes wonder what would happen if I suddenly died, and it's a weird morbid thought, but I just wanted to say that you aren't alone.
Your decompression day sounds really lovely, and good luck to At!
Thank you, Steph and Nicole for the good wishes for At.
(And for letting me know that it's widespread--even if not normal--to fret. Steph--really loved that word here.)
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