Swimming in the Pensieve

It is 01:15 on Sunday morning and, my eldest/our second-eldest daughter is, at this very moment, on a Delta Airlines flight to Atlanta, Georgia; this being the first-leg of her journey to University, in Florida. In a scant 45 minutes or so, she will telephone me after she lands in Atlanta, to let me know how things are going, and to try to sense in me that I miss her more than I have allowed her realize.

She is already missed by each and every one of us, but she is where she needs to be and, to dissuade her from her own, truest, path would be the epitome of selfishness; and inordinately crippling to her.

I will miss her so, but I have not reacted as everyone around me predicted that I would. I am better than that, in the same way that I have taught my daughter to be.

It is a night for me to rejoice in her successes and future prospects for success. To rejoice in what we have been able to do for her, given what little we have. To rejoice in the possession of the proverbial ‘peace which passes all understanding’.

It is well with my soul.