My youngest daughter (34) is moving 8 hours away next week. She’s been nearby forever, since she was in utero, except for one semester in NYC.
She was a spirited and delightful and loving child who has become a spirited and delightful and loving woman and mother.
Three years ago I stayed at her house for a few days, after the hospital, after my bicycle accident. She arranged for everyone to watch over me for a month, getting people from the airport, filling in for a few hours here + there. (Trachea surgery and I was at risk for a while.)
We don’t spend a lot of time together, maybe a couple hours once or twice/ month.
She’s a private person, but she’s been close.
And when she is with me, she is with me. She has always had this gift of presence, that most adults don’t have.
We will still text, and perhaps talk more often on the phone. She plans to come back this way for Thanksgiving. And I will visit her new home in the future, of course.
I had a long dream recently that she and I were riding bikes up and down pretty green hills. I kept waking up and we were still riding.
And we have been riding up and down pretty green hills, here in the greater Catskill area, for a long, long time.
After the dream I had a good cry. Petunia (cat) came to sit with me.
I thank the powers that be for the dream, and for my daughter, and for Petunia.
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