We'll Rise Again

In the faces of our children. We'll rise again.... You know a song works for you when you just can't get the words out of your mind. We made it to Olds last evening and it was good to check in and meet with the other ladies with whom I share this apartment. Somehow it felt right to be here. It goes without saying that I miss the Daughters dreadfully... And wee Narmin. ( Evidently Narmin misses me too according to. The text messages from the girls.) The drive to Olds went well. I was anxious at how I would feel. I will miss this community of women who gather at this jewel on the prairie. I would love to come back but I doubt it will be possible. Graduation will take place without me being here. There is something good about this familiar space without him in it. Poignant that I didn't call him when I got here though. Poignant that I didn't kiss him when I left. It's all so weird. Still Olds is an oasis for me. Today we will grocery shop and do all the old haunts. Tomorrow we have a field trip. Then a day of registering and checking out vendors and connecting with old friends. Then the next day we get serious. Classes begin in earnest. Through it all my mantra will be: Chin up, one day at a time, one foot in front of the other.