So this morning at 4:00am, she will be packing up, moving on... with my grandson in tow, to visit his Dad in Nova Scotia. My home province, my forever home, even if I'm not there now. The ocean calls, and sadly, I can't be there.
When this trip first came up I looked at it as an opportunity to go visit family and old friends, and sadly that isn't the way this played out. We both can't go, I have things I have committed myself to, and I can't break those commitments, not to mention the cost of both of us going at the same time isn't within our reach... just another day in our lives...
I am holding back tears as I write, because like I said, in all of our 38 years, we haven't spent many hours of those apart. I feel like a kid sent to summer camp for the first time, and homesickness has set in..
My son, is ecstatic, he hasn't held his son in over a year, and this will be a chance of bonding and having the love they have always shared, grow stronger. I envy them both, in that I won't be there to see it, nor will I be there and able to hug my son...
I will miss My Love, and look forward to her return...
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