Things that will make me cry today

Seeing anyone with red hair

Hearing anyone with a goofy laugh

Hearing people who clomp when they walk

Seeing certain pictures

Thinking of that last hug today at the airport when I realized I wasn’t going to see her until freakin’ 2007

Thinking of how nervous she is right now on her flight to DC where she will meet 36 other people going to Peru in three days

Seeing some of the odd stuff from her apartment that doesn’t make sense to take to Peru (a very large stuffed banana – don’t EVEN ask)

Nothing is happening to me that hasn’t happened to hundreds, thousands, millions of parents, but she is my daughter and I can cry if I want to.

If you look up the definition of emotional basket case in wikipedia or the dictionary, don’t be frightened if you see my picture. For those of you who don’t know already, my daughter left today for a 2 year 3 month stint in the Peace Corps. I am a proud and fragile father today.



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7 responses to “Things that will make me cry today

  1. Wow. I can’t imagine how you must feel. And I certainly can’t imagine what she must feel. How proud you must be! She is one brave woman.

    You might like these stories that my friend wrote about his experience in the Peace Corps. He is a really funny guy, so they should be a real pleasure to read:

  2. You raised her well, my man. I aspire to do as good a job as you have.

    I’ve got a little red-head of my own at home, and so I can only just begin to understand the enormity of mixed emotions you must be feeling. I can only hope to be so lucky – proud and sad as you one day.

    Excuse me now. I think I’ve got something in my eye…

  3. You have EVERY right to be proud, even though I’m sure it’s really hard.

  4. to see her go, I mean. Not hard to be proud.

    That was poorly worded. Sorry.

  5. I think both of you (you and your daughter) are very lucky people to have each other and love each other.
    You should real positively great knowing you raised a child who knows love is a verb.

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