We put our daughter and granddaughter on the plane today. It makes me teary, but happy. I had two kids living in NYC on 9/11, and they made it through fine. A third was outside of Philadelphia. It was ten days before the fourth's wedding. I remember the fear and relief when we reached everyone, and how brave they were to fly out for the wedding so soon after such scary events. I remember thinking, when the airports were grounded, I'd have to drive out to get them and it would take several days! They seemed too far away then.
Sudden changes are shock producing, and yet, and yet, mostly we adjust to our new reality and make the best of it. I'm adjusting to being without the little granddaughter, and to being 65, and to all the shifts that make up my world. The boat is always rocking, sometimes gently, sometimes violently, and we hang on with both hands and try to appreciate the sea spray.
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