Leaving on a Jet Plane
Mar. 21st, 2004 05:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purplerabbitIt was a fantastic week. We played games, talked, snuggled, planted in the garden, played with friends, and were a whole family.
Now it is Sunday morning, the birds are singing and I am trying very hard not to sink into the sadness. Troy has taken him to the airport. They don't have me take him any more. Rowan is more upset when I do. And the sight of the woman crying at the window watching the plane leave disturbs people. So now I sit and cry at home.
He will be back in 2 1/2 months. Old songs play in my head. "Leaving on a Jet Plane" and "There Goes My Everything" - songs dad use to sing to mom. 29 years after his death I can still hear his voice. Wonder what he would think of my life now. I love you dad. I love you son.
Now it is Sunday morning, the birds are singing and I am trying very hard not to sink into the sadness. Troy has taken him to the airport. They don't have me take him any more. Rowan is more upset when I do. And the sight of the woman crying at the window watching the plane leave disturbs people. So now I sit and cry at home.
He will be back in 2 1/2 months. Old songs play in my head. "Leaving on a Jet Plane" and "There Goes My Everything" - songs dad use to sing to mom. 29 years after his death I can still hear his voice. Wonder what he would think of my life now. I love you dad. I love you son.
