It’s done. The third child, our last child, has gone to college. It was all done in the typical way: Paul and I packed him into a car filled with bins, a fan, new towels and a comforter. We drove down the bumpy 88 interstate in a quiet car. We arrived and unloaded, putting clothes in drawers, posters on walls. There was the required trip to Walmart, for the things we forgot.
Then a quick lunch. After, it was time to go and Elliot was ready for us to go. So we hugged and I held on tight. And then we left. I miss him of course, and most of the time it’s a dull and nagging feeling, almost like I’ve forgotten something. And other times it hurts, a lot.