One year later I’m not sure I’m ready for him to go again.
That’s my “I’ve got 85 more days with my boy and I’m wearing a foam finger” smile. That was May 24.
Today I more resemble the boy behind me, sort of a dumbfounded look saying “what’s going on here?” combined with Keegan’s look of “is this really happening?”
Alas, it really is happening. He’s leaving a week from today.
I’ve found, that breakdowns can really occur anywhere. I have no shame.
No one is immune. Even the pediatrician, as we are discussing one of my other sons, might be the unsuspecting victim of the ugly cry.
Even in church, as they honored Keegan in front of thousands of people on Sunday, I bawled. A friend thought of calling 911, as I was almost prone in the vicinity of pew 10. Woman down.
What about the customer service rep at Bed, Bath and Beyond when I lost one of my coupons…
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