Bob Dylan said it so well. Okay, not really. His song has NOTHING to do with this post (if you don't believe me look it up for yourself HERE), but the title certainly applies.
My dad retired last December after 40+ years of working at basically the same place. As if this huge change wasn't enough of an adjustment for he and my mom, they put their house on the market and turned their papers in to go on a mission for our church. The house sold quickly which was no surprise to me. It was a great house to grow up in and was home to a loving and fun-loving family of seven. The only question then was where my parents would be spending the next 18 months of their changed lives. The weeks of waiting seemed to crawl by, but the letter arrived in the mail last Thursday. And they will be serving at the...
They are super excited/nervous/happy/terrified. It is hard for me to let them go so far away from me and I am sad they will miss the last two years of Little Helmut's time at home. But I also realize they have been my silent cheerleaders my whole life, allowing me to leave them and move all over the world with nothing but their unconditional support and love. It is my turn to become the cheerleader. A job that I am happy to do for them (even if it isn't a spot with the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders).
