The sun keeps coming and going. My nerves are gone. You would think I was getting married. Hair and make up lady is in there doing her thing. The groom is putting the last touches to his speech. I am still in my pyjamas.
This is the last child to get permanently entwined with another and maybe that is what this strange feeling is. I am free. Someone else is taking over responsibility. With that comes sadness. I have been at this mothering business for 45 years and moving on and over is not that easy.
Will she still want me, will she still care …………….