Tell me about it, Jackie.
My baby, 17, is also graduating from High School. One minute you want to kick them out the next you don't want them to leave.
The eldest still at home, 19, isn't always at home, and when the youngest is on the road with the high school jazz band, and the wife and I are alone, we look at each other and wonder what to do? What's left? Our job is done.
Our place was often grand central station for all the town's kids whether the h.s. hockey team (both played) the h.s. baseball team (the oldest made pitcher of the year as a college fresman), or the musician with the h.s. jazz band and all the kids (sardines) that could fit into the basement, house, back yard all at once.
And that part of life is slipping away fast. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going to make it much longer with one foot in the grave and the other on a bananna peel. I've been a parent for 34 years, have 3-1/2 kids (my daughter [by a previous marriage] was kidnapped by her mother when she was an infant) so not quite 4 kiddies, my two youngest (Chong and I have been married for 21 years) are about to leave the nest, and I really don't know what to do.
I't so quiet and empty. I think I'll have a heart attack and die pretty soon.
from Uechi-ryu Etcetera