The older I get the more resistant to change I become. It doesn't seem to matter what the change is either. Shit, it seems the only change I can accept and look forward to is changing my underwear!!! One of my co-workers made the comment about being gone within the next year and it brought immediate anxiety. He is a big part of our team and my memory..
Then the other day Chris made the comment about looking for a job in Jacksonville, and I can't get it outta my head. If that happens my daughter and granddaughter will more than likely follow. Now the thought of my grandbaby being gone has me terrified. I've been thru this already with both of my girls. Their Moms married Navy men and got stationed elsewhere. I remember the pain of missing my girls like it was yesterday. The fear of Ava being gone has me in turmoil. I don't think I'll be able to deal with it as I did with my girls. My heart is aching with the fear of separation.
I know that change is inevitable... But I don't have to like it one damned bit.
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