Thursday, June 11, 2009

I Miss Hanging Out With My Sons


I moved from Florida to New Hampshire in October of 2007. My adult sons, pictured here in September of 2008, remained in Florida where they have lived since 1996. They went to school in Florida, so all of their friends are there. Tyson married Heather, and they have a daughter, Kailey, as well as Heather's family nearby. Thomas also is entrenched in Florida. I have only been able to go back twice, once for Tyson and Heather's wedding last Spring, and once last Fall to complete the relocation to New Hampshire. I haven't even managed to get back there to see Kailey, my beautiful granddaughter, who was born just a few days after my Fall visit. I feel guilty about that, but work has kept me too busy to even think about taking some time off.


What's my point? I miss the daily personal contact with my sons. I took it for granted, I guess, because I never had any intention of leaving Florida myself. I retired there from the Navy, was teaching college, and figured I would croak there (just like millions of Yankees seem to do every year).


I'm going to go back for a visit. But, I think I'm going to go in the middle of the Winter, so that I can truly appreciate being in Florida. One of my complaints when I lived in Florida was being house-bound because of the oppressive heat and humidity. We don't have that problem in Northern New England. In fact, it is now early June and I'm still wearing a jacket to work in the morning. So, I think reuniting with my sons, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter would be especially nice in January or February, when I'm up to my ass in snow here in New England.

4 comments:

  1. I believe it is never to late! If you miss your boy's you should take time for them even if it is a weekend trip. Don't wait for time to pass because then it is to late:)
    Cindy

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  2. You're right, of course. I'm going to take your advice and do a long weekend in Florida before Fall. Thanks for posting.

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  3. What a handsome brood, sir! I second Cindy's recommendation: there is no guarantee that the middle of winter might make it to your doorstep. Time is something we can only appreciate in recollecting the past and if we aren't there to consider that past, then it is too late.

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