Goodbyes are hard. Period.
He’s gone. He left this morning for an undisclosed amount of time spent training before he leaves for Afghanistan. I know that I get to see him one more time before he’s out of reach so in a strange way, I’m doing okay, yet I’m still a hysterical mess.
My friends who are dating soldiers/marines and understand the heaviness of “see you later” , surprised me at my house when I got home with a craft-day and lots of food and wine! They’re pretty amazing.
I don’t even know what to say about him leaving. This morning was tough. They kept stringing us along. “One extra hour with your families”… 15 minutes later… “Actually, the buses are going to be late. You have another two hours.” …. 10 minutes later… “Buses are loading in FIVE minutes. Say your goodbyes!” LIKE WHAT!? Stop messing with my emotions, Army!
I miss him so much but this is just the beginning. I will get stronger… eventually. I know it.