By
Carol Waltman
I took my son to the airport this morning. the ride home was so quite. No radio
blaring.
It had already started. There would be no more "mom, you are really bugging me." No more noisy teenage friends coming over or calling him or sending text messages.
It felt like someone died.
You see
I am a true survivor.
My parents are gone, passed away.
My husband also is passed away for the last 3 years.
My oldest son has been married for 7 years.
I remember when Mike, my youngest son, was 4 years old. I was going to college part time, working part time and trying to keep house, make time for my husband and sons, and do my homework. How I longed for a time I could do anything I want and have the perfect house that no one would mess up as fast as I cleaned. I longed for the time no one would ask "what is for supper" after my long day. I longed for freedom.
And today is the day it came and I wonder why I ever wanted it.
