There was
much weeping. (Acts 20:37)
Dear Anna,
Grammy was tearing up. I asked her, “Why the tears?” She simply said, “Anna;” knowing I could figure it out.
Grammy was thinking about you leaving to attend Connecticut College. All eighteen of your years have been lived out across town from us on the other side of Main Street. During your stroller days, we would meet in the middle for a Main Street dinner at High Tech Burrito. We spent many a Saturday watching you swim for Castlewood Country Club where we could pretend like we were rich. When you got your driver’s license, your first drive was across town to Grammy and Papa’s house. We looked with wonder as you, all by yourself, pulled into the driveway. How fun to have you in our life.
Who are we going to call when we need someone to climb up into the attic to get stuff down or to put stuff up? Or, who else is going to stop by Farmers Market on Saturday mornings and pick up a Cinnamon Crisp for Papa? Or, who are we going to call for all sorts of high tech challenges?
Tomorrow you and your mom fly to New York, rent a car, and travel 122 miles to Connecticut College in New London. You won’t be across town anymore. That’s why Grammy was tearing up. But, it was a good cry—crying because you’re not there; and at the same time, tears of joy for all that lies ahead.
Love, PAPA
So precious.
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