{"id":1735,"date":"2017-08-21T07:15:22","date_gmt":"2017-08-21T11:15:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=1735"},"modified":"2017-08-21T08:50:45","modified_gmt":"2017-08-21T12:50:45","slug":"the-end-of-an-era","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/the-end-of-an-era\/","title":{"rendered":"The End of an Era"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Robin<\/a>My mother\u2019s house in Massachusetts had sold, and I was desperately searching the shelves to take away something to remember all the sweet times over the twenty years in that place. Tears welled as I took a final glance around, said goodbye, and went out the door for the last time.<\/span>
\n \u201cIt\u2019s the end of an era,\u201d friends kept telling me, when I arrived home sad and dazed. I thought about that. I tried to envision all my personal eras: childhood on New York\u2019s Long Island, college and graduate school upstate, two decades in business designing my world as Silk Oak<\/a>, and the years spent raising my babies into adulthood. But the \u201cend of an era\u201d meant far more than simply the loss of this time and place. Something bigger was ending.<\/span><\/p>\n

For as long as I can remember, there were adults in my life I looked up to, ones higher up than my parents. There were important people who took care of us and I trusted them. Kind Doctor Strauss, the firemen who stopped our boiler from exploding, the tall policeman who occasionally visited PS94 to talk to us about safety, my teachers, … my President. The ones who had my best interests in mind. I felt safe and secure because I was in what my father called \u201cthe best country in the world\u201d and we had really strong leaders. Later, I got to vote for some of my leaders. How amazing when the ones I voted for were elected; how much faith I had when the other team won, that we would still be lead judiciously even though under another brand of wisdom. Those days when I casually wondered what a World War must have felt like, or when I didn\u2019t have to consider that I might possibly be a next target of racism or discrimination \u2013 that was an era.<\/span><\/p>\n

Losing my mother\u2019s place where I loved spending long weekends is sad. Losing the ceramic bird and beautiful white blankets my mom said I had to leave behind for the new owners is mildly heartbreaking. But losing my security and the trust that my leaders are looking out for me \u2013 this is indeed the end of life, as I\u2019ve known it.<\/span><\/p>\n

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What does \u201cthe end of an era\u201d mean to you in your life? What helps you deal with disappointments and worries in the world today?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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