Bittersweet

I'll take a shot at this, although trying to put words to feelings will bring on the tears...

I started later than most of you. I was 36 when Big Bubba was born. Most of you have suffered through this and will either totally identify with me, or think me a sentimental fool-
He's leaving this week.

Our relationship with our son has been unique. He's been an odd loner... wanted friends because he felt social pressures... it was "normal" to have friends around. But when he would try to befriend someone, he grew tired of having to do things he had no interest in, or he would quickly become tired of their lack of interest in things he wanted to do. He'd quickly cast them aside.

So, his Mother and I have been his best friends. He's accompanied us on vacation without embarrassment. We've enjoyed watching movies together... old and new. We've had a few tense times, but they've been nothing compared to the stand-offs I can remember having with my Dad.

Now we are counting the hours 'til he'll no longer be in his bedroom downstairs.
He's a DJ at a local radio station, and we are listening to him do his last "Sunday Morning Gospel Hour" show. He's dedicated songs to Sara Jean and I... told us he loves us over the airwaves.
More tears.

His apartment is waiting in Mesa, Arizona... utilities turned on.
"Starter" furniture is purchased. Towels, sheets, and other needs are taken care of.

He's a success.
He's a wonderful human being and a fine, caring Citizen.
We've produced a product we can truly be proud of.
Why is this so hard?