Peace, quiet, solitude. Emptiness; that nagging pit in the stomach on those first days and weeks; remembering that our youngest has left home. I think I’ll pop in to his room and… he’s not there, no one home but mom and dad. It feels strange; the lack of busyness, chaos and activity. The two of us adjust slowly, the stilted awkward phone calls become easy conversations, filled with laughter and questions, lots of questions. We still worry, and via phone, email and text we guide and teach as we had before. Then its time for a visit; whether here or there matters not, once together, it is as though we had never been apart. We talk and share our jokes and jibes; we are one, we are family.