I leave tomorrow. I’m excited and almost ready. But right now, Spain seems far away. Maybe life as it is now will go on forever: me almost leaving, a surgery here, a new job there, a new baby a state or two or three away.
To not be part of this ever-changing cycle at home is unfathomable. And when I do fathom, I burst into tears. My nostalgia remembers the days, weeks, and maybe even months that used to pass dry-eyed.
The other evening, I stretched out on the carpet with my head next to Clark’s. I stared into his bright face and could not cherish the moment. Neither could I reject the moment to protect my heart. The moment just was and I watched it pass.
Later as my nephews were leaving, Albert got zipped up in his too-big, puffy coat. Soon he will fill up that coat and I will not be here to see him do it.
I made gingerbread cookies. My sister made coffee. We hung out with Christmas music. And at night when I crawled into my own little bed, all I could do was cling to the ghosts of those memories and cry my tears of regret that I hadn’t experienced them more fully. Or sealed off my heart from loving.
And I cried out, “Oh God, why do I have to follow You?” There was no answer. I knew, and He knew that I knew. There was no warm, fuzzy peace either. Just a calm that felt more like resignation as I braced myself for more goodbyes.
I hope tomorrow things will look different. But this is what leaving looks like today.
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STOP MAKING ME CRY!!!
Oh, Trish, I’ve shed a few tears for you too! We are on the “sending” side of the good-byes so we may feel it a bit differently than you are. Know that we are praying for safe travels, peace in the partings, and a good time joining the team. Give the littlest guy a hug and a kiss from me!
Aww! I know you know what sending feels like. Bless you for being a sender. We need those people behind us supporting us or we very literally wouldn’t be able to work. Blessings!
Weeping softly again. I miss you already. Hugs.
I miss you too! Thank you for the sweet letter you sent with me. Yes, I was also weeping softly again.