The Moment of Leaving

back of the pickup 1994
back of the pickup 1994 — only yesterday but another lifetime ago

And once, for no special reason,
I rode in the back of the pickup,leaning against the cab.
Everything familiar was receding fast…

Whatever I saw
I had already passed…
(This must be what life is like
at the moment of leaving it.)
~Jane Kenyon from “What It’s Like”

Moving forward, looking back at what is already passed.

Our children begin coming home today for their summer visits….

5 thoughts on “The Moment of Leaving

  1. While you are preparing for your children to come home, I am preparing for Megan to go study in England for a year. I don’t know how you stand having everyone so far away. While I am thrilled for her adventure, I will certainly miss having her just a 5-hour drive away!

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  2. Wonderful!  Enjoy them to the fullest. What a beautiful photo and poem.

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  3. Great picture. Treasured memories. And the pet dog is right in there with his buddies. Now you have the joy of sharing their young adult years.

    Yes, they do grow up — much too fast (grandchildren, too). Looking back, I wish that I had made more time to share and to appreciate the childhood years but, as a single mother, it just was not possible. I wonder if, subconsciously, we fool ourselves into thinking that ‘there’s always tomorrow.’

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  4. How can it be, that time has passed so quickly and our children are grown up? I love that photo, and the poem.

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