What will become of these days when we are no longer here to watch them fall around us? Our children will go on to see days and times that we will never know. There will be a time when we are no longer there and they will go on into the distances beyond us. Sometimes they will look back, as we’ve glanced back to see the figures waiting there, watching us go on without them, until they too were lost beyond the horizon and all we had were those memories of how they let us go.
Now, as we stand here at the crossroad of our children’s lives, we know what that look was in our parent’s eyes; when they knew we would be going off about our own lives without them. They could already see how the roads in the distance diverged and would never really meet at some distant crossroads ever again.
If only we’d known then what we feel now, perhaps we would have turned and waved a bit more often, looked back to see them searching the distance for our familiar faces, before our roads curved off into our own lives, and our worlds are their worlds became separate places.
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