And he's gone again. Back to the big sandbox on the other side of the ocean. Took him to the airport this morning. I just got home and already I miss him like he's been gone forever. Gods it hurts sometimes. I hope its all done sooner than later. There's talk about early Jan. I'll believe it when I see it. I'll still believe its June. Maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised.

X kept wanting to leave early. Maybe I should have. Instead I waited til his zone was called. I didn't want to cry, I really didn't. Just a little. Almost a bit in the car. Now its sinking in and seeping out. Oh well. I'll live, right?