Tears fill my eyes as I contemplate the thoughts that frame this post. Tears of joy? Yes, some. Tears from the pang that is separation? Yes, some. Although, it has been too many years since my oldest son and I shared the same roof, I have always accepted him as 'home' when in town. This week his home will officially become a place some 245 miles from where I sit. Steve has taken a job in New York Continue Reading...