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Friday, May 26, 2017

Waving


Nine rows in front of me he’s with his friends, waiting for the concert to start. Their orchestra performs near the end.
He’s already that old?
He stands up to search the auditorium. Certain he’s looking for me, to know where I’ll be during the concert, and where to find me later—because he still needs me to drive him home—I wave, low and small, just over the seats but not above my head, so I don’t embarrass him.
He waves back once, impatiently, curtly, with a “Yes, I see you, geez” half-a-second smirk.
Then his searching gaze moves on.
He wasn’t looking for me.
He’s already moved away, hasn’t he?
And I guess he’ll keep going farther and farther now.
But I’ll drive him home tonight.
And keep waving.


3 comments:

  1. We rear our children to be independent (if we're doing it right) but it's so sad when the act of severance begins. Actually, it begins very young, when they say "I can do it myself." And once they leave the nest, there's a feeling of emptiness. But that's life.

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    1. I always imagined you and Dad high-fived each other and had a party when you were finally empty-nesters. I'm thinking now I may have been wrong about that...

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  2. Not at all. But a good thing that came from you moving on: It seemed that we were always at odds with one another, but when you went to college, there was a change in our relationship. And it was a good one.

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