My university challenge

Two years ago I brought my son up to Bangor to start his university career. This afternoon I drove him there once again so he can begin his final degree year. Seeing him off to Bangor has become fairly routine, yet the day we brought him for the first time lives in my mind. His leaving home was not a gradual process, rather it happened all at once one Sunday afternoon in September. When we got home he was not there but instead beginning a new life away from everything that was familiar. In the weeks that followed I phoned and text too often; it took me a year to come to terms with it. Of course everything has turned out well: he has enjoyed university and is successfully tackling his academic work. To all of you that will go through a similar experience in the next weeks my best wishes and I trust you will deal with it better than I did.