The good thing is that we have been so fortunate to have frequent visits from Greg since he left in July.
The bad thing is that sometimes I wonder if the comings are harder than the goings.
Things never go quite as smoothly as I would like. And what I mean by "things" is my emotional state. I try hard to keep it together while he is gone (achieving only moderate success), so when Greg comes home I come completely unglued.....because I can.
How deeply grateful I am for Greg's unyielding respect and unconditional love.
Monday morning we said good-bye to him in Houston. The weight in my stomach left me gasping for breath. And I knew I was wrong. The goings are much, much worse than the comings.
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