Well, he's gone. My precious, precious firstborn son is on his way to New York. I will see him again, Lord willing, on May 17th. There is a "catch" in my throat this morning that will not go away, and a blur over my eyes that keeps happening, and won't cooperate in clearing. All evening yesterday and all morning today, a scene from the sweet pioneer-era movie, "Loves Enduring Promise," filled my mind. In it, the father, Clark, says goodbye to his beloved daughter, Missy, who has just gotten married and is leaving home to head further west with her new husband:
'Ever since you were just a little baby, I knew this moment would come. You always had an independent spirit.'
'Pa. My heart's breaking.'
'Can you fix it?'
'Not this time, little one. Not this time.'
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