I will miss those spontaneous conversations in the late afternoon when our paths crossed before he headed out to work at night.
I will miss his help in lifting, moving, mowing.
I will miss the young people who occasionally dropped by to go somewhere with him.
I will miss the smell of his aftershave.
I will miss his hugs.
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I will not miss scattered pennies on every floor of the house.
I will not miss turning lights off that have been left on all night or the refrigerator or microwave or dryer door that gets left ajar.
I will not miss two months of laundry piled high on the floor.
I will not miss dirty glasses EVERYWHERE.
I will not miss dirty dishes in the sink.
I will not miss having to be quiet on Saturday mornings until noon.
Your post reminded me of the time I was getting ready to drive my son up to college. I was putting on my mascara and the tears just won't stop coming.
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It just seems that I have done this goodbye thing several times--two colleges! He is now twenty-six and financially it is so hard for this generation to get out on their own!
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