September is a month full of grieving parents.
I know, I’ve been one. As much as we love to see our offspring head for the hallowed halls of universities and colleges, some of us grieve their absence.
The summer before my eldest left for McGill, I was as excited as she was for the adventure that was hers to unfold. On a warm September Sunday, the entire family drove to Montreal for lunch and to settle her in residence. Upon our return home, I sat down in her unusually clean, but now empty purple room and cried for two hours.
It only hit me then—she would never again return home as a child. Read More