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Taking my daughter back to school, last year of school (College in the UK) was almost routine. I'll see her in a month or so, and it was fine -

until I walked past her empty room this morning, door closed, and now, looking out the window on the train, I'm aware of the dull ache of a void.

I need to remember to tell those I love that their warmth of their presence is noticed. No, more than noticed, cherished.