Dear son leaves tomorrow for BC at Great Lakes. He's 26 and has been out of the house for a few years so I thought I'd get to skate by on all the separation anxiety. But no. It's amazing how you don't feel the need to talk with your adult kids every single day, but when you can't, you feel like they're 13 again. Threw him a going away party last evening, it was great. He gave things away (like his favorite leather bomber jacket) to his nephew and niece as if he were going off to die. THAT is a little unnerving. But he's dealing with his apprehension and stress in his own way, I suppose. I will continue the "you're going on a great life adventure" facade to him and come here to fall apart, if that's alright with all of you. Thanks for having me. I promise not to be a pest.