Ninety days ago, 16 August 2011 my (former) young man moved to the East Coast for graduate school. The lyrics to this song match my mood today. The little house near the big lake just ain't the same without the big dork.
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
It's not warm when he's away
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And he's always gone too long anytime he goes away
Wonder this time where he's gone
Wonder if he's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime he goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know
Hey I'll leave the young things alone
But ain't no sunshine when he's gone
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime he goes away
Anytime he goes away
Anytime he goes away
Anytime he goes away
"Ain't No Sunshine" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ain%27t_No_Sunshine), lyric and music by Bill Withers from his 1971 album Just as I Am, produced by Booker T. Jones.
Mawkish though it might be, to paraphrase how I always end my posts, "At least, that is how THIS DADDY feels."
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