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Sue Ferrera's avatar

Oh my goodness, Rita, crying all the way through this. We are cut from the same cloth. And I too have been crying my way through this summer, big tears that seem to be waiting for me most days, if I allow them. My daughter moved to the east coast a few years ago. She was just here for a visit, which was far too short. What I love that you have focused on here, is the choice that I'd make over and over again that love and connection are worth any amount of tears. We will both find our way, Rita. We just don't see the path yet. 💕

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Elizabeth Beggins's avatar

Oh, Rita -- tender, tearful mama heart hugs to you, but also congratulations to her for finally being able to start the life of her dreams with her husband!

We've had a chat or two about this behind the Substack scenes, so you know I'm empathetic. With the caveat that it's probably too soon, my wish for you is that you and your daughter can find a rhythm of connection that takes the sting out of the separation. That has happened for me with my far away daughters. FaceTime is magical, but only one of them prefers to use it. The other is more of the phone call type, and she'll also occasionally write a letter! It's not the same - not by a long shot - but it's more than enough to keep me out of the pit of despair.

I hope the time in Louisiana is deeply restorative. I must have been channeling you somehow as I made a big pot of gumbo yesterday! Summer, for me, is so much about growing and eating food. I grab minutes whenever I can to water everything (it's been so cursed hot and dry here!), to appreciate the critters and chat with my plants. And then I have to figure out what to DO with all the harvests! We'll travel north to see his mom a week from now, but that will be our only summer vacation this year. Small is just fine by me!

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