Today

So the inevitable day arrived. I helped my son Greg pack up all his belongings and get his car ready for his big adventure.

I was “o.k.”, emotion-wise, just up to the moment I had to say good-bye and then I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I feel so bad about that because I know what it feels like when my dad does this each time I leave from a visit with my folks in Maryland (where my son is headed). I’m still weepy as I write this, but I’m trying to keep myself occupied with other activities.

After getting his dog Sokrateez groomed Greg will head out towards Wyoming and has promised to call me this evening when he stops for the night. I’m guessing he’ll have to stop somewhere between Cheyenne and Denver.