220. GOODBYE HUGS

220.


GOODBYE HUGS

Yesterday we hugged

our 42 year old son

and daughter-in-law

goodbye before

they got on a plane

to fly home to Brooklyn.

We've been generous 

with our hugs over the years.

They have to last us

for a long time;

the kids don't come back

that often and things 

change too fast. 

I cried for about 

20 minutes after they left.

I tried not to but

when I put my arms

around him 

I couldn't stop 

my tears.

At 6 foot 3 inches

he's a tall guy, which

makes him almost 12 inches

taller than I am.

I felt old and lost.

His dad was stoic but

I know he was crying inside.


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