There he goes. So far, it hasn't hit me yet. |
Today reminded me of the first few summers I put my daughters on the plane to Texas to spend some time with their dad. This was before all the security. I would walk them to the boarding gate and "help the pilots" take off. Once the plane was safely airborne, I watched from the window until I was sure the plane was "headed in the right direction" then say a little prayer and go home. I teared up then, too. This morning, at breakfast, DP said grace as usual, but this time he added "And dear Lord, thank you for the three years I have been with Nana. Watch over us both while I am gone and keep us safe."
And there goes the bus. Now it hits me.
The bus pulled away, turned the corner, and was out of sight and I was still standing there. The parents were leaving and I'm still standing there alone in the lot, just standing and watching...just in case someone forgot something.
On the way home, a sad song came on the radio. I did an "ugly cry." What will I do when he's off to college? Before he came to live with me, it was hard to imagine him living here 24/7; now I can't imagine life in the house without him.
The silence is deafening.
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