45 years of this


Hi Reader,

Last week I told you I would remain consistent, despite my mood or what's happening in my life. This week that's a little harder than I expected.

Today I sit at my laptop with a view I have looked at with wonder for the last 45 years. Soon it will be someone else's view. It will always be in my heart, in my memories and dreams, but I somehow can't wrap my head around it. There is too much emotion involved.

One thing is certain though. I am leaving this place with so much more than when I arrived here 45 years ago, and last night reminded me exactly why.

Last night I had the chance to spend a few hours with friends I met here literally 45 years ago. We have a bond that no one else can truly understand. We listened to a recording from one of our summer nights back in 1988. We were young teens, and that night I brought my cassette player out and recorded our night. I think that may have been the best decision I ever made.

We had the best of laughs and the best of times. Those endless summers, with no cell phones or electronics. Just kids together, loving the same place and making memories to last a lifetime.

I may have to leave this place behind, but I will always have these friends and the priceless memories. It's an amazing gift, and no matter the time between our reunions, we pick right back up as if it's the summer of 1988, and I am just so thankful for it all.

I'm not sure what's next for me, but this view will remain in my mind and heart forever.

This is really what When A Season Ends is about. It's not only about losing a person. It's a place that shaped you, a stage of life closing, a child packing up and leaving a house quieter than it's ever been. Different kinds of endings, but the same question comes from all of them. How do I carry this forward instead of just grieving what's gone?

If you're in a season like that right now, whatever kind of ending it is for you, When A Season Ends was written for exactly this. And empty nest is one of those seasons I'll be writing a lot more about this fall, since so many of you are heading into it too.

There are good things still ahead, even when we can't see them clearly from here.

Thanks for being here and have a great weekend.❤️

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I'm Lynn, a midlife wife and mom of two, writing honestly about the real stuff: empty nest, aging parents, loss, change, and figuring out who you are now. Just real life, and moving forward from here. Grab my free guide, When A Season Ends, and get The Weekly Joy in your inbox after that.

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