I remember the night before my parents came. After everyone went to sleep I stayed up full of excitement. I was so thrilled and couldn't wait for the countdown to their arrival to begin.
Tonight I sit here, again while everyone is asleep and sadness fills my heart. Only 8 hours left of my parents being under my roof and poof they will be gone.
What's really hard about this visit is that my daughter is old enough to know what missing someone is. She knows something is up, and knows they are leaving. But I think in her mind they will be gone for a few hours and be right back. That hurts me, and her crying, asking them not to go, makes me want to cry 1000 times more. And they made a few comments about how hard this trip is on them and how they might not be able to make it again.
Now as always, Mike keeps telling me "you better ask them what they are doing for Thanksgiving". Ok, why? Eight years ago I made the promise to my nephew that I will visit him for Thanksgiving after I was told "you better ask them what they are doing for Thanksgiving", and I have not been to visit them in 8 years.
I think this would not be as hard on me if I got to visit them, or they came to visit me.
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