The Drop Off Was Made

The time is now 2:40 AM and I just got back home from taking T to the air station. The drive there was quiet. I helped him unload the rest of his things that weren't already waiting in his office and said goodbye. A long drawn out goodbye. Nothing short and sweet this time- something I'm known for when he has left in the past. We stood beside my car hugging, my head buried in his chest with tears running down my cheeks. There were other Marines standing around so I made him get in the car for our final kiss goodbye. T said some sweet supportive things- he's got a way with words you know- I started the car up, waved goodbye and drove off. Off into the dark humid night- alone. The tears really started flowing then. I cried all the way home. I good cry- letting it all out. All I can think about is going to bed every night without him. 6 months without my best friend.

Day 1- and way too many more to count.



One of my new favorite pictures of T- he looks so happy.