tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899607747956861132.post7236526212183563283..comments2023-11-05T06:24:01.428-05:00Comments on Stuff from Sherry Stanfa-Stanley: Final Goodbyessherry stanfa-stanleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00680055033925659511noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899607747956861132.post-37531740538287068322009-09-15T16:46:22.149-04:002009-09-15T16:46:22.149-04:00Wow - this pulls at every heart string that I poss...Wow - this pulls at every heart string that I possess.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899607747956861132.post-60404174266940849522009-09-14T01:21:48.727-04:002009-09-14T01:21:48.727-04:00I feel for you. I went through this last year. Bri...I feel for you. I went through this last year. Britt is much closer & Jordan is still around but that did not seem to make it any easier. The more excited she got the more hurt I became that she was so excited to "leave me". I drove her to campus & moved her in but on the drive there while we talked I couldn't hold back the tears & told her she has to atleast pretend she is going to miss me & not be quite so excited about leaving home till I'm out of sight. After her confirmation that she is going to miss me but she is excited for the new adventure too she so simply said she will be home to visit & I could visit her & take her out to lunch of course. But it is the afternoons & late nights of sitting together to watch a movie or some "really dumb" show on one of the cable channels we would become so engrossed in then talk about for days. It's the little daily things I'd miss & even the second year still miss already. Is this the way our mothers felt too & I just never realized it? I'd like to tell you it gets easier but I still miss her & our little talks that could become big issues & the last minute runs to the store & the hours of dance & play practices. I don't want to start over but I don't want to move on either. But I tell myself at least I still have a child to miss who does have the ability to come home. It could be so much worse.Ann Harrisnoreply@blogger.com