A mix of emotions travel through me as we drive Babygirl to college. She’s our only child . . . now. Our youngest passed away last year from a rare form of brain cancer. He didn’t choose to leave us, but Babygirl moving so far away feels like she is.
Six states away. Really?
I wanna feel proud of her. I wanna be happy for her, but right now, anger is at the top of my emotions.
As we cross the fifth state line of the day, I’m convicted.
Babygirl’s pursuing her happiness. And she deserves every bit of it.
Finally, I exhale.
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