It is finished

Ahh, the end of another semester.

Bittersweet is the best way to describe the feeling.

Bitter that there was so much more to accomplish, so little time, so many missed opportunities, so many student falters and missteps. Sweet that there is graduation, jobs for some, job hunting for others, some students gone, flying (fleeing) the nest, others returning, and eager to do so.

What a blessing it is to be a part of these young, aspiring lives. It makes me feel young and hopeful too, every spring.

But then, on the other hand, there is my mom. Love her, need her, cry at night when I know she is fading away. Her body is fine at 85, it's her mind...She misplaces the car keys (a blessing actually), because then, she can't remember how to get to the doctor's (she does not drive anymore, sadly). She is afraid of being stung by bees and falling down the front cement steps (she's done so twice). She is confused easily, lonely without her spouse of 54 years (gone just two years now). She is so far away and I want to be there, but I have a job and a spouse and...

Bittersweet. And these young folks think running short on beer money is a tragedy. Ahh, the circle of life.