Crying In The Cul-de-sac: On Pre-Mourning and Anticipatory Grief

lately all I do is cry on my drive home...

I never knew what to call the feeling I had when driving away from my parents' house. My chest swells, and hot tears roll down my cheeks—not from sadness, happiness, or longing to see them soon (because we certainly do see each other regularly). It’s a certain kind of tenderness that’s hard to pin down.

My parents and I have this sweet little tradition …