Scattered to the Winds

How strange it is to have your kids blown to the four winds. Isaac is in Cleveland, Ohio, undergoing training for the restaurant where he will work here in Sarasota. Michael is in boot camp on Parris Island. I know this is how it's supposed to be (they grow up, they go do their own thing), but it's still a strange feeling. I wonder if this is like that "invisible itch" that an amputee feels?