the daughter and i are both involved in our homes, packing and such.
i drop by as often as i can... she won't take help, this youngest child of mine...but, i think she enjoys the company, or at least she says she does.
she packs and packs and takes care of her two (step) children, and waits for her husband to come back from denver.
i putz around and semi pack, and wait for no one.
both of us are involved in the process, one waiting with sad place in her heart while her love is away, the other...
....waiting for god knows what.