Back in 2000, I spent a week on Kauai. We had a great time until the day before we were scheduled to leave. That was the day it all went to hell and my heart problem reared its head again. I haven't been separated from my 11 year old son since then.
This morning, we sent him off to 6th grade camp for a week. You'd think he was headed off to college by the way we're acting. But the past year and a half has been such a living hell for us that this is just one more person to miss. I must come to terms with each of my children flying the nest, temporarily or permanently. I'm just not ready to let this one go yet.
