Every time she'd mention it (always a little teary-eyed) I'd say, no, he's just going up to school and we'll still see him. But then I realized we'll probably only see him at Christmas or a long weekend here or there, and when he comes home next summer it'll be to leave on his mission and then he'll really be gone for two years. After that he'll go right back to school and if he sticks with his major it'll probably mean graduate school, too. So, I guess this really is it.
And it makes me feel depressed.
And I feel old, too.
And I'm reminded of a line from a song in "Fiddler on the Roof" where Tevya says "I don't remember growing older, when did they?"
But I guess this is what we raise our children to do: leave. We just hope they don't go too far and that they come back often.
Good luck, Braiden. We'll miss you.