When your child leaves.  It is a dark gray, soggy wool sock in the mouth fishing twine and electrial tape around your insides type of feeling.  I, needless to say, don’t like it.

My heart is a little bit broken right now, and I have a nice tall glass of “feeling nothing” in front of me.  It isn’t working.  I’m no Auntie Mame.

Tim and I will try again.  We will also stay in contact with Paul.  For him, and for us.