I turned my back to the dying fire and crab-walked the six feet or so to the edge of the ridge we were camping along. I was sore and every muscle was just tired enough not to want to stand all the way up and then get back down again. But I wanted to finish my beer with my legs dangling down into the unknown, looking out at the distant town lights
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From years later, you can look back with the perspective that lifts the weight from that, but it's so hard to convey to someone of that age-- so hard for them to believe.
This is the first time I've gotten the sense that your children might be twins, and are about to flee the nest at the same time. One at a time is hard enough!
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Thanks so much for your comment.
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I think my mum went rock climbing for the first and only time just before she turned 49, so I enjoyed the part where you wrote about that. It's never too late to find a new interest!
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