Our Story Begins:
Off To College.. My Kid Moves Out And We Move On
By all accounts, I should be an emotional mess today. No one would blame me. In fact, all day . . . the last several days, in fact, I’ve been surrounded by parents who are nothing but emotional.
The why is pretty simple: I drove 9 hours to drop my oldest daughter, Abbi, off at college. After the last two years the idea of yet another woman walking out of my life might easily have turned me into a wibbly, wobbly bowl of emotional jelly. I’m not, though. I am emotional, but it’s not tearing me into a thousand pieces. It’s just not.
Let me give you an indication as to why. About 3 1/2 years ago I lost my wife, Andrea. That would have been enough to turn anyone into a blubbering mess – which I was. That was also a defining moment, though, in how the rest of our lives were to be lived. Part of that outlook was to try things we didn’t do before and to look at the world as a story that has just begun. Given that, this trip was an opportunity to do more than just take my daughter to college. There were a lot of reasons to celebrate more than just to bemoan the decrease in our familial sum.