I Get It Now
Back in August of 1995, after my parents hugged me goodbye in my steamy, non-air conditioned freshman dorm room at the University of Kentucky, I watched them walk down the hall to the elevator. As they went to turn the corner, my Mom suddenly burst into sobs. My Dad looked back at me and smiled, took my Mom by the shoulders and led her around the bend. I remember not really understanding why she was so upset.
I get it now.
(Apologies in advance for making you lose your shit at work.)
Entry filed under: Thanksgiving.