It’s so quiet in my house today.
The silence broken only by the occasional bark of Rosie & faint birdsong coming from outside. Even the steady thrum of the refrigerator seems hushed, muted, today.
For I am alone.
And I weep.
My grandmother passed away early this morning.
I knew she wasn’t doing well, Mom told me she had a stroke yesterday, & they’re on their way there.
After they drop EldestDaughter and Schnicklefritz off at the airport.
Because they’ve left too.
Moving to Washington.
Actually, just taking a vacation for the moment, to get a scope of where they will be moving to in a few weeks.
But they’re still gone.
And I weep.
My grandmother, gone for all time.
My eldest daughter, gone for now, but only to return for a short period.
My middle daughter, less than a month from graduating college, and flown, already, from the nest.
My youngest, OnlySon, off to his father’s for a long weekend, and only a year from graduating into adulthood, himself.
All the old is passing, the new, yet to show itself.
But, for now, I sit in silence and weep.
Slow, silent tears run down my cheeks as I remember, as I imagine, as I grieve.