Reprinted from facebook.
I know I am not the first father to ever drop their child off for college. Nor will I be the last. But like the yellowtail at Nobu or losing your virginity, when it happens to you it changes everything. I cried like a baby today. For my loss. For his gain. For things never ever being the same again. I cried for the joy of the journey he's about to embark upon. For the jealousy that rages inside me. I cried for his freedom and naivete and openness to what's next. For the unknown. The great, great unknown. I cried for the baggage overage charges. I cried for the opportunities that will unfold. And the ones that never will. I cried to fill up the hole inside me, to fill it with anything besides the awful emptiness that sits there even now. I laughed a little bit about sharing a bathroom, fraternity hell week and cafeteria food. Then I cried again about the miles that separate Boston from LA. I will miss him. Dearly. In his honor, I posted this photo from our vacation. It's one last reminder that no matter how beautiful a place is, there is always some chubby in a thong with a cellphone getting in the way of what you truly want to see. Move past it and don't look back. What lays out before you is breathtaking.