We stand alone again, surrounded by so many other families saying good-bye. Yet the weight of being alone closes in around us and wraps us up in it warm blanket..... safe, together, if only for a few more minutes.
The word is passed down and the silence is broken, the time has come for my husband to leave, yet again. My son wants to climb up into the truck with my husbands bag so as not to be left behind . The pain in both of there eyes is almost more than I can bear. Yet I must. I do not…
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