I have been inspired, by a blog posted below, to write one of my own.
Parents grieve in several aspects of their children's lives. The very worse event that can happen to a parent is to lose their child to death. My mom and dad had eleven of us, and with that large of a family, you do not go through life without feeling the agony of losing loved ones. My mom lost two of her children while she was alive yet. One of my sisters lost an infant daughter, and another sister lost a son. He was killed at the young age of eighteen. After he had graduated from high school, he decided to visit with friends. He had asked his mother to send his bicycle to him, because he was toying with the idea of staying in California and had even gotten himself a job. He received his bike, and one morning while riding it to work, he was hit and killed by a drunk driver. This was my sister's only child. I also know a man who lost his young son through another type of a terrible, terrible accident. It is impossible to even try to fathom what these parents must feel to lose their child. It is tough enough for any of us to lose loved ones, even when we know in advance that they are dying. Death is very hard to digest. But for those parents who lose a child, without warning, the grief is beyond anything most of us could even begin to comprehend. The parents are able to move forward for various reasons. They do know that their child is in a better place and is being well taken care of. Some parents have other children to raise. It does not matter how old your children are; they still need you, and you need them. I do not know if I could personally endure this kind of loss. I do know that, somehow, I would have to. This concludes the sad part of my blog.
We weep the first few times our children board the school bus that transports them away from us. We weep the first few times they spend the night away from us at a friend's house. We weep when they walk up on stage to receive their diplomas at graduations. We weep when they take that walk down the aisle to get married.
This is a true story about such an event. At my daughter's wedding......well...........I will just say that I pretty much missed the entire 'exchanging of the vows'. She really messed up, though. Once she and her husband-to-be were up on the platform, and before the minister had uttered a word, she turned around to glance at me. She was so beautiful! She quickly turned back and announced to all who were in attendance, "My mom is crying really, really hard!" With that said, she started crying. Her husband-to-be shed a few tears. Even the minister appeared to be all choked up. I learned later on in the evening that several people had to wipe away some tears. Throughout the reception, I cried some more. I had a few drinks to loosen up. I laughed much more. And I danced and danced and danced. I did all these things in celebration of my little girl's wedding. As the night wore on, I did begin to feel better and better about things....until the next morning, that is. I celebrated just a little too much, I guess.  That marriage ended in divorce. We celebrated that, as well. Then she found a boyfriend. I cried again, because she and my three grandchildren moved away with him. My daughter actually left Minnesota to move to Michigan. That, in itself, was bad enough. But when she told me that she now loves the "Packers" rather than the "Vikings", I again cried. No way! Now that just is not right. I cry when she comes home for a family reunion or a holiday, as I do when I travel there to visit. I cry again when we have to part. 
Here is another true story......this one about my son. He lives just about seven miles away from me. He is single and looking, very busy with his job, and he is just involved with the things that single guys do when they have any free time. His house burned down to the ground last year. He moved in with me, bringing his two dogs with him. I thank God that his dogs were outside when this fire happened. One dog is a miniature Dobie......the other a BIG Dobie. Add his two dogs to my little dog and four cats, and you can imagine the zoo I had. In the beginning, I was happy my son was staying with me. I had somebody to cook and bake for again. He was also overjoyed that mom was cooking and baking for him. All was going quite well, until he decided that it was much more fun to hang out with his buddies than to hang out at home with mom and have to deal with taking his own animals out to do their duties, or to feed and water them. I had to do it anyway for my own, right? I will admit that I was pretty darn happy when his new house was done. Okay.......I was really happy about it. 
When our kids leave home, that 'empty nest' syndrome hits us hard. My daughter has been living in Michigan now for over seven years. I remember well, however, a time that she had called me after being in Michigan for about four years or so. She informed me that she and her boyfriend were going to end their relationship, and that she was coming back to Minnesota and would be moving in with me........with the grandchildren, of course. You had better believe that as soon as I hung the phone up from talking with her, I dropped to my knees and prayed to the Good Lord above to please, please, please! let them work things out. He answered my prayer. 
My kids and I are the best of friends. We truly are. But get us under the same roof............ 
I just want to say to the distraught woman who blogged earlier, Indianacher1954, it is really tough when your children move out of the house. And it is even harder when miles separate you from them. I know how you are feeling at this time, but it does get easier. The more time you have for yourself to do the things you enjoy, such as taking longer bubble baths, shopping, visiting with family and friends, eating when you want to, eating what you want to, and playing on the computer, to name a few, the more you will grow to appreciate it. I promise you! Mark my words.............you will be down on your knees praying as hard as I did if and when, for some reason, you get a knock on your door and the words you hear ringing out are........
Mom??? Dad??? I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!   
I would like to dedicate the words to this song to my son, my daughter, my family and my friends.
Bridge Over Troubled Water
By Simon and Garfunkel
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