I am sitting in the living room with a stranger. I have lived with him for twenty years but I am not sure I recognize him these days.
When our only child left for college we mourned. We took care of one another's broken heart. It was a sweet time in the midst of the saddest time.
We are strangers in many ways. Our child breathed life into us and without her presence we are flat. Deflated.
I hear his key in the door as he calls out helloo... It is the same greeting every day.
Each night around five o'clock I ask the same question. Dinner?
It is the same answer. Whatever you want is fine.
I hear him calling out the answers to Jeopardy questions from the bedroom.
The skype thingy is ringing. We come alive. Come quick! She's calling!
We take turns talking and listening. But mostly listening. It is our daughter who has a life with so much to tell.
So, what's new with you guys? We hem and haw. Same old stuff, sweetheart.
Love you guys. We love you too. Her face is gone. Skype has given us back our reason for living for ten minutes.
We have to rethink this. Reframe. She cannot keep breathing the life back into us forever.
Being her parents' life support is not her job.