These goodbyes seem to be getting harder, not easier. I took Caz to the airport today, so that he could return to Auburn. This visit seemed too fast. He was ready to go back though. I get it. I actually do remember that feeling. He is better than I was. He recognized how tough it is on his parents. He gave me a huge hug on the curb, outside of Concourse C.
I tracked his flight all afternoon. He had a nice surprise waiting for him in Atlanta. His girlfriend was there waiting for him, to drive him back to college. Me? I am putting of cleaning his room for another day. I don’t want to go see it empty. I know this is how it’s supposed to be. But it doesn’t make it any easier.
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