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Moving Week

It’s a little bit different this time, Steve and Ryan are both going to college in the Northeast. Also, for the first time, they both moved into their respective schools in the same week. Last year, Steve and I drove across the United States to help Ryan move into an apartment located in Fremont, California for his freshman year at Ohlone College. Nearly two weeks later we moved Steve in for his sophomore year at Dartmouth College.

This year, Ryan is a sophomore, he transferred to Central Connecticut State University, in large part, to play Division I baseball, while getting his degree. Steve just completed his Sophomore Summer at Dartmouth. He had a whopping THREE whole days off and had to report back to campus yesterday to move in, and to start his UGA (called RA’s at other schools) requirements. Steve is now starting his 8th term (he’s a Junior) at Dartmouth. Steve used one of his three days between terms to help move his brother in at CCSU. Thank you Steve.

So, both young men are moved in at their respective school. Ryan has started classes and has already been hitting and throwing on the turf field at CCSU. Steve is spending this weekend with other UGA’s and they are at a camp in Vermont right now.

It’s still difficult to say good-bye. I guess it gets a little bit easier, maybe. Only because there’s more time from one late summer to the next to realize they’re growing up. There’s more time to let reality blur yesterdays images into a fading montage of life as it once was. There are many moments to ponder such things and to come to grips with the evolution of youth into manhood. Ya, it’s not really any easier to say good-bye.

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Steve helps Ryan set up his laptop with a back up drive.

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Ryan and Steve discuss some technology while moving Ryan in.

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All moved in. Ryan and Steve pose for me. You’ll see that Ryan’s double here at CCSU is smaller than Steve’s single at Dartmouth. Either way, it’s home for now.

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The moving crew for Steve’s return to Dartmouth. What a great group!

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The twins wanted to be a part of the picture, sort of. We didn’t set up Steve’s room as completely as we did Ryan’s. This was because Steve had to meet with the UGA’s, then get on a bus to Vermont. This left us just a few moments to have some lunch with Steve at the 1953 Commons (a cafeteria dedicated by the Class of ’53).

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Thanks Steve, for taking a moment to take a picture with me. I am glad we could be there with you. The twins thought it was the greatest thing, to help “Steve go to college”.

Good Bye Smile

Tonight I said good-bye to my oldest son Stephen. Tomorrow he leaves for Buenos Aires, Argentina, where he will be until June 4th. He’s doing his spring term at Dartmouth down in Argentina. He will be living with a host family, taking 3 classes, and speaking nothing but Spanish. I know we don’t see much of each other even when he’s on campus here in New Hampshire, but he’s always just more than an hour away. Now he will be more than 5400 miles away, and gone for 11 weeks.

Starting now, until the time he returns, a lot will have happened. Spring officially begins. His sister Erin will turn 16 years old on Easter Sunday. The NCAA Basketball and Hockey Champions will be crowned. Spring training will be hard to remember by the time he gets home. Fenway will celebrate its 100th birthday. Taxes will be due. His twin brother and sister will each turn 2 years old. Mother’s Day will come and go. Memorial Day weekend and the unofficial start to summer will pass. The
Little League baseball regular season will start and nearly finish. Steve’s brother Ryan will finish his freshman year out at Ohlone College, come home, and head out to play summer baseball before he gets home. NCAA Baseball Regionals will be underway. The Stanley Cup Finals will be in progress. The Major League Baseball First Year Player Draft will start the same day he heads home. Goffstown schools will have just 9 school days remaining. Steve himself will be just five weeks from his 20th birthday when he gets home. Hundreds of prayers for his safety and well-being will be heard by God. I will glance at the moon and stars hundreds of times, wondering if Steve is seeing what I am seeing and sharing the moment with me on another continent.

Yes, he will be twenty years old this summer. I mean he is a young man. He is a very capable sophomore at one of the most prestigious schools in the USA. This should be easier than this, right? My brain should be resting easily with the rest of me, fast asleep. Honestly I can’t imagine it ever would be easy. He’s my son. Always. By the grace of God Steve came into this world. My own flesh and blood. There are, and have been things I would do for Steve, or any of the kids, that I never would have done for myself. As it should be.

We spent a few minutes just prior to goodbye looking at the sky together. We talked about what we saw. Mars, Orion, Venus, The Big Dipper, etc. Now this isn’t something we do very often, but it was just the moment, the clear sky, the beautiful evening, the thing that we did at that moment. I’d sit and watch grass grow if it meant I could spend time with my kids. Then it was a reminder of some ideas we shared earlier on his packing strategy and self security in a foreign country. Then a smile, a real smile, shared between father and son. A smile that says I’m gonna be fine Dad and you have no idea how excited I am to experience these next 11 weeks. A smile that said I love you Dad, and worry not. My smile framed the spoken words, “I love you Steve …” My smile also meant I understand that this is his time, his place. And my faith, my trust in God eases my heart and mind as Steve makes this journey. It’s the smile that I share with Steve in June that I really can’t wait for.

I love you Steve. Have a great trip. Be safe. Be smart. I trust you will leave as lasting an impression on the places and people you see as they will on you. I’m proud of you. I will miss you as always. Enjoy and have fun sharing your smile. Love, Dad

Moving Day

As the winter wears on and time passes without my two oldest boys around, I think about them, and I miss them. I think back to times we have spent together. I also think back and re-visit some of the times we had the chance to say good-bye.

This is a little note I wrote in September 2010. This was my first moving day. Moving my oldest son into his dorm at Dartmouth for his freshman year. Sue and I loaded our cars and set off to move Steve in. This is the original note from start to finish.

Sue and I took Steve to Dartmouth yesterday. It was a great day and we had a wonderful time. Honestly I was so happy to see Steve’s face and the happiness in his eyes right from the moment we pulled up to his new home on campus. We drove up in 2 cars as to fit all of Steve’s things in one trip. Steve rode with me. I was doing pretty well with all this until this afternoon. I think it went something like this.

We pulled onto East Dunbarton Road like hundreds of rides we’d taken and more,
we laughed and talked on the way, like so many rides before.
The miles flew by and time passed quickly, in no time we were pulling off the highway.
Suddenly I wanted time to stop. I wasn’t ready for moving day.
As we pulled to the front of the dorm, we were greeted with smiles and direction.
Steve’s eyes lit up like this school he chose was a fit of perfection.
The move in was easy, so well thought out, it took no time at all.
Next thing I knew we were walking to lunch at the nearby dining hall.
We ate, we talked, we laughed some more, then headed to the arena for the President’s greeting.
As I sat there listening, I tried not to notice my time with Steve was fleeting.
Next, it was off to the field house for the information expo, the last event on the list.
We checked it all out and took a look around to make sure nothing was missed.
We talked a lot as we walked across campus to the closest school store.
We spent some time shopping but I wasn’t ready for what awaited outside that door.
We walked outside together and started for the cars while Steve headed to his new place.
He had events to attend so it was time to leave, the moment I wanted not to face.
We waited at the curb for our son, our boy now a young man, to come say good-bye.
As I hugged him, we spoke, I could see how pleased he was and as I nervously laughed, I wanted to cry.
As I got in the car the joy in his eyes was obvious as he welcomed this new element.
He’s not all grown up yet, but he’s getting close and I am feeling it all, a Dartmouth Parent.
Steve I know you will be awesome and will truly have the time of your life. I am proud of you and love you very much. Don’t change. You are wonderful young man. Love, Dad