When our son first left home about three years ago, I found it very difficult to do the supermarket shopping. It was especially hard to walk past the packaged mango and pineapple pieces because I always used to buy them for him to eat as snacks.
Now I'm ok with this. Kind of.
Missing Daughter 2, I now have trouble driving through the district of Leith - which I've had to do on several occasions in the past few weeks - because she used to work there and her flat, now rented out, is there.
And then, the other night, I was lying in bed listening to the radio when this came on:
It's a choir singing Eric Whitacre's "Sleep", which her Edinburgh choir used to sing so beautifully.
I couldn't listen to it that night. I can't listen to it now.
I suppose it'll get better eventually.