I’m sitting on the metal bleachers at the Birmingham Crossplex, inhaling chlorine and exhaling tears.
During senior presentations, it occured to me that I might not be here next year to witness this for Lyle.
I’m not crying because I’ll miss Ala-damn-bama. I’m crying because it’s the end of an era. The end of something that has defined us both– he as a swimmer and me as a swim mom.
Endings are followed by beginnings and are met with joy, sorrow, excitement, trepidation, terror… all the feels.
The endless struggle to stay connected to the present continues, but a brief pause to acknowlege this day, these feelings, seems like the thing to do.