The daughter leaving home is a staple of the American heartache song. The bags are packed, you guess this is goodbye, you hold back the tears as you watch, wave and the taillights disappear. For years I had been hearing those songs and I would think yes, but you’re still in touch aren’t you?
Then last year she went to study in London and I finally got what they were talking about.
It's not just that she's gone, it's the realising that a part of your life that has meant so much is over. You didn’t know what it would be, you were so often so caught up in it as it happened you didn’t quite know what it was, and it went flying past and now it’s ended, and there’s a grief to knowing it’s over.
