That inescapable feeling of regret for what you haven't done rises up into your throat but you manage to swallow it. It's letting you know it's still there though. Time with my son yesterday as he prepares for another transition. So many things have to be done alone.
Today I'm heading to Rhode Island to watch my older son and his team try to make it into the national finals in his sport. The weather looks promising.
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