Before you get too worried about me, I'm not ill or anything. I just had to give my youngest son away - to the army. He's left his home here in Oostende this morning, and has started his military carreer in Brussels.
This morning we went with a very early train to Brussels, and were at the Military Academy by 09.00. After some administration, we had a quick lunch and then the CEO (general something) told us to say goodbye. ' Cut the umbellical cord ' were his words. We took the train back home and now I already miss him. (did I cry on the stupid train? Yes, i did)
Next time we will see him is on sept. 2nd - just for the weekend. After which he has to return for another couple of weeks.
It's the first time he is away from home. I don't want to think about his empty room. I want to focus on the adventurous life ahead of him. (Although I hope it's not too dangerous.)
Oh boy, empty nest syndrome - let's call it acute depression. I don't even want to knit. What's the point of knitting ? I miss my boy...... !!!! I feel like I'm shattered on the floor, and I'm trying to pick up the pieces.
I'm so sorry to have botherd you with all this - I just needed to have this off my chest. Typing it out helps to focus. I realise very much how trivial this must seem to people who have children that are ill. I apologise for this.
I think I'm going to follow the advise my sister gave me : a good glass of cognac may help.
Thanks for reading and listening to me. Tomorrow I will pobably feel very ashamed.
|Jonas, just yesterday.|