Sunday, December 28, 2008

So he has come and gone.

I knew this day would come quickly, but I never imagined how fast time would race forward to this morning.

We said our good-byes at the gate (Thank you security for giving us passes), and I did the best I could until I saw my oldest begin to cry.

We're home now and time has slowed. Things are "quiet" and I'm at a loss as to where I should begin. Should I put away his shoes that are sitting by the door? His gym bag is in the laundry room, but won't be used for at least another year. Guess that should be put up too. His towel is still damp from this morning, and I could wash it along with the rest of his laundry.

There are a lot of things I could do, but few that I want to do.

No matter how practical it seems, I'm just not ready to put him away yet. These little reminders, as silly as it sounds, make it seem as though a part of him is still here. It's comforting in a strange way.

27 days down.

A year to go.


Butterfly Mama said...

Oh, you guys are in our prayers.


Denise said...

Know exactly how you feel, just this morning I tripped over my husband's slippers and thought about putting them away but I'm not ready yet. He left for Afghanistan on Friday. Saying prayers with you.

geminirn said...

Keeping you all close in thought!!!