Today I basically cried all day, and he isn’t even gone yet.
We are down to days.
It sort of came out of the blue; all those tears. I’m not pregnant, PMSing, depressed, freaking out, or a whole other lot of things, but I could just not stop crying today.
Perhaps it’s because we have the exact date of departure now, and the time, and it is so close it smacks you in the face. My heart is just heavy that in less than the fingers on one hand I will be the one standing on the ground waving to a plane leaving this continent.
I helped him pack today. I always help him pack. He asks me to help and makes me laugh while he reads off the checklist in a whimsical voice. He knows I need a good laugh.