Okay, if you're going to get technical about it, our daughter, Angela, left home 20 years ago when she started college. But she's never lived more than a few hours away, and after college she moved to Houston, a 45-minute drive. Now, however, things have changed. After 39 years of the single life, she's getting married in September. To a guy named Tom, who lives in San Francisco.
So she applied for, and got, a job in San Jose. It's with the same government agency she works for now, but it's a promotion, with a fat raise. We're very happy for her.
But we're sad too. Angela's leaving today for San Francisco, which is a long way from Alvin, Texas. This is especially tough on Judy, who's just been through a long siege of chemotherapy and whose mother is in a local nursing home, knockin' on heaven's door. Angela and Tom came to see her last night, knowing that they'd never see her again, not alive.
Ever since last June, Judy and I have been on an emotional roller-coaster, and the ride's not over. Life. It's what happens when you're making other plans, as a famous philosopher once said.