Goodbye

June 29

When coming to the house, Cassie had some specific goals she wanted done before she felt she could leave. We got the furniture in place, the bathrooms scrubbed, and all the boxes are sorted into rooms and neatly stacked.  Now she feels she can go home, having accomplished all that she could.

We cry all the way to the airport, and cling to each other in the unloading zone.  What can I say? Watching her leave is like watching a part of me walk away.  There are so many words to say, but we can hardly get anything out, so we will try another time and just make it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.  I don't even go in with her to wait.  She takes her bags inside and then I drive away. I don't even know what to do with myself.  Going back to the house, it feels empty.  She has left an enormous vacuum, where her presence filled to the brim.

Chris and I are truly on our own.