What a beautiful story. I cried like a baby. Couldn’t stop for half an hour. Your story about Lynn reminds me of my story with my Mom. I was the one who did all the crazy things in the house.

Your love for your son is so obvious. He must have meant the world to you. I loved the part where he said *when you were pregnant) that he just wanted his Mom “to be okay.”

I noticed how his stories grew shorter when he moved away. There comes a time when the birds fly away from their nest and we parents are no longer part of their adventures. Bitter sweet circle of life.

Thanks for sharing.