Our last day with Dad had arrived. I had a fun day with him and I didn't really realize that he was actually going the next day. We spent the day at the beach in Gilleleje in the Danish weather. We got to give a lot of farewell hugs and kisses. I am really going to miss him.
We got home and waited for our cousins to come. We were going to have a goodbye party. Mormor cooked. I thought that it was a good way of saying good bye.
On the 25th, we skipped school to bring Dad to the airport. Stella bought him a studenterbrød, which we all shared. When we got to the airport we helped him get checked in, then we walked him up to the gate. It was very hard. I was preparing myself to not cry, but the tears came slowly anyways. Stella had a harder time. I tried to put myself in her shoes and think how hard it would be for her, 9 years old. All I was thinking was, dang, he's already going back...
Stay calm and remember this quote. Is a good one to remember when you have to say good bye...
Stay calm and remember this quote. Is a good one to remember when you have to say good bye...
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Hard for me too . I miss you every day...and night. Looks like you picked up some creamy drink to sooth the sorrow :)
ReplyDeleteSad to see poppa depart.
ReplyDeleteSuch as remarkable experience you're having, with such a range of emotions.
I've sometimes imagined how remarkable it would be to have a museum of emotions that we experience in a year, like paintings in a gallery. We walk the gallery, dip our fingers into a painting, and immediately re-experience the raw emotion, just as they felt when we first experienced them. How many paintings would there be? Dozens, hundreds, thousands? And would you be willing to re-experience them all? I'm not sure I'm that courageous.