Tomorrow afternoon I will get to see my son for the first time since we dropped him at college. We will all be attending a memorial service for my father-in-law who passed away a little over a month ago. Our good friends, who live only about 20 minutes from the school will pick him up and bring him to the service. I am anxious to see if he has changed at all.
I wish we were getting to see him under more pleasant circumstances, but never the less, I am anxious to see him. And so is his dad and so are his grandparents!