I watch as he puts them into the car, so carefully, lovingly.
The weekly goodbye.
Then he watches as the car pulls away.
With his face buckled in pain, he follows the little heads until they are out of sight.
His beloved young children. Who love him dearly. Who did not want to say goodbye.
But such are the arrangements of grown ups.
Observed one evening a decade or more ago, under the portico of a local apartment building, while dropping off my daughter for her weekly voice lessons.
SO very poignant! What brought this to mind?
ReplyDeleteI was talking earlier this week with a friend about the effects of divorce on children, and I remembered this piece of writing I’d jotted in the Notes section of my iPhone all those years ago.
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