What was I feeling, exactly? I have been “pre-grieving” – if that is even a thing – for a year now, knowing that if I didn’t deal with what was about to happen, I would sink... so I decided we would swim.
Like the experience of many parents, this summer drew to a close with a degree of sadness at the impending flight from the nest of a daughter about to embark on further education. It was, therefore, with added poignancy that our planned trip to “paradise” was possibly the last adventure we might share, as adult life ushered in a whole new social scenario for my daughter.
