I have no idea how this
turned into this
and then became this
I don’t know what my life will look like in a few short months when the boys head off to college. I don’t remember what it’s like to live alone, in a quiet house. I don’t know how we’ll make it financially, or what the future holds.
I don’t yet know. How could I?
So, please, on behalf of myself, and a wholewholewhole bunch of widows and widowers and divorced parents who are rushing towards an “empty nest,” knock it off. Stop with the unhelpful reminders.
We have suffered loss beyond the imagining of most people. We have stood – some still stand – on the thin edge of financial ruin. We know great loneliness. What fear of loss is. We don’t need daily reminders about what difficulties may, or may not, be just ahead.
If you meet up with your widow/widower/divorced loved one who’s about to send a child (or two) off to college, and you can’t think of anything else to say, just say this:
I’ll be here for you.
That’s it. That’s all. Maybe offer a hug. And dark chocolate.