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Tuesday 26 January 2016

365: Red; It's made of what, exactly?

Right before she left on a jet plane and married some guy.... 

My girls are endlessly fun, hilarious, wonderful. They are able to make the most mundane event or thing unique and funny by virtue of their intelligent and quirky world views. We can - and we have - watch them as if we're party to our own private comedy hour.

This image is from the night before my youngest moved to Florida, where she now lives - permanently - with her spouse, a captain in the US air force. I love the guy. Good thing, because us being separated, me from her, and she from her two sisters, is, quite frankly, just a millimetre shy of unbearable.

They were making light of it all, the packing up of her bedroom, the chucking of cherished childhood things, the consumption of weird-tasting beers, the every fewer hours before the future became the now, and our loved one would disappear through the doors of US customs.

I will never understand parents who have stale-dated their kids, as in, "They're moving out the second they're 18." Being separated from my kids is, by far, the most painful thing. They're competent, intelligent, motivated, educated, wonderful people, and they're fine doing what they're doing, but being this far away from her is as painful as a burn that never heals.

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