With Dad's letter open on my desk, I wrote a short email to my son, following the format of 28 years before: a short update on the weather, what's going on with me and my work, and then a few heartfelt lines. Love, let go, and love some more. It worked then, and I trust it will work now.
When my daughter was in high school, she told me about a college friend who always made sure that if she texted one parent she would also text the other because if she did not, one parent would feel left out. I thought this was ridiculous. Now she is in college. "Did you get a text today?" I ask my husband.