By the time we returned to Rite Aid, we had talked and laughed and even took the time to eat together. My children probably won’t remember that day, but I will. As I watched my son drive away, I saw him once more through the lens of that internal camera that just keeps rolling — no matter how desperately I try to push pause. Look at him grow up, I thought. Wasn’t it just yesterday that they were with me night and day? Sixteen boxes down, two to go. Lord, let it be unhurried.
Be careful what you wish for. Here is the same truck, leaving for Florida for Spring Training exactly four years later.