Blue mountains lie beyond the north wall; Round the city’s eastern side flows the white water. Here we part, friend, once forever.
Oh, the floating clouds and the thoughts of a wanderer! Oh, the sunset and the longing of an old friend! We ride away from each other, waving our hands, While our horses neigh softly, softly . . . . ~Li Pofrom “Taking Leave of a Friend”
Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did – that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that – a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.
~ Debra Ginsberg
The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant, and let the air out of the tires. ~Dorothy Parker
I would expect to be used to this by now; saying goodbye to adult children who come home for a visit, and then return to do what they have been called upon to do, living far away from us.
I may be used to it, but it gets no easier. Each parting serves as a reminder of how deep and wide is the love for family yet how necessary is the letting go.
My tear ducts are due for a good washing out any way. I consider it necessary maintenance along with checking to make sure the tires are well inflated.
When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again. ~John Fawcett, last verse, Blest Be The Tie That Binds