The day before

It's always hard, the drive to the airport. Mixed emotions, especially from someone like me who seems to have no emotions at all. That is what I am dreading the most, the ride, the few last turns, the lines in the garage where you have to park to tell your loved one goodbye. It's all a reminder that the time has come.

And then watching someone walk away... It's always hard to see them walk away.

Tomorrow I am making that trip. I've made this trip a few times. But this time it is much harder. He's only going to be gone for 4 months. But this time it's different. The last time he left, it was for a year. It's not the amount of time that matters to me...and there's nothing I can do about it.

You see, tomorrow he is leaving because it is his job. Tomorrow he leaves for Iraq.