I knew I was having trouble letting go. While I enjoyed touring colleges with my daughter during her senior year in high school and could imagine her being happy and successful at any of the many universities we visited, I felt empty inside each time I thought of not seeing her each day. My older child was already in his junior year at Virginia Commonwealth University, and, with Marian gone, my husband and I would be empty nesters. I dreaded it.
After touring yet another campus, we returned to one of those chain motels that all seem to blur together. That night, I dreamt that I was at the Democratic National Convention a couple of years earlier. Al Gore, whose second daughter was a school friend of Marian's, was giving his acceptance speech after receiving the nomination for vice president. Gore had a tag line as part of his speech that was echoed back to him by the crowd at the convention. At first, I had trouble understanding what he was saying. I sensed, however, that it was important. As I concentrated to discern what Gore was saying and the crowd was repeating, I finally grasped his message. I awoke with a start. I realized that, at least in my dream, Gore's message wasn't about the opposing presidential campaign.
Gore was saying, "It's time for them to go."
Diane Diaz Goebes, Arlington
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