For the last week and a half, my mother has been here visiting, getting to know her new grandson. She flew out of Eugene Mahlon-Sweet Field this morning at 6:35 AM. I already miss her.
Since my father died and I moved back to Oregon, I've seen my mother three times including this visit -- once in the fall of 2003 when we buried my father's ashes. that Christmas, and this visit. We won't see her again until Christmas.
I grew up living, except for one short period, thousands of miles from my grandparents. And though I've always adored them, I was never a s close to them as my cousins. I don't want that for my son.
