<p>I think some of it is finding a way to come up with a new definition of normal. My D is home for fall break, and somehow I’m more energetic, things are falling into place each day in a way that feels better. Life feels the way it is supposed to feel. It feels normal. </p>
<p>SB mom, I’ll agree, I treasured and mourned the change before hand. Cried the first week they were all gone. Then was just thrilled with the transition and freedom, and the laying down of some very intense burdens, with all 3 gone. Endless possibilities. I took some classes, made new contact with neglected friends. It is good. But somehow that first thrill is gone, and is going to be a longer term project to forge a new life.</p>