This past weekend we took the grand-dog back to my daughter’s home in Western Washington. As we left I realized that while I miss Boog, it is not really him I miss but rather my daughter. Boog has been serving as a surrogate for her. Now that Boog is no longer here, I simply miss them both.
Seems that while it is inevitable that the wife and I will eventually become empty nesters, the house just is not quite the same without chaos – something the dogs are happy to provide. When the children were little I dreamed of the day when we would have the peace and quite we had prior to their arrival. Now that they are leaving the peace and quite prospect doesn’t sound so hot and we look at each other as if to say, “O.K., what do we do now?”
Something tells me I am going to have similar feelings about retirement when it sneaks up on me……
Crap.
