When He's Gone Like This

A hundred times now I have dropped him off to see him slowly walk away down the corridor that will once again swallow him up and take him away from me. I choke back tears again, somehow I've never been successful at that. It hurts like the dickens, aww who am I kidding, it hurts like there's a hole in my chest. I'm sure he's not doing much better, I saw him look back, once, twice at least three to four times before he lost his balance, or his paced steps away from us, from me... let me be honest right now in this moment this is all about my achy breaky heart, for my gift from God...that He gave me in this incredible man, I love. He's a loving father, generous and wise. He's thoughtful and if a man can be gracious, he is. ...and when I'm with him I feel and I am empowered to be the best that God has made me. Tears are starting to slow their flow down my cheeks as I enter the traffic heading north, on the ramp to home, because people on the freeway can be cra-cra! I pull myself together, because I promised I'd get home safely. I try not to break my promises, especially to him, he's kept every one of his to me. I will be fine I think to myself and then I turn to the road ahead of me and get myself focused....it's okay ya'll...I'll just cry myself to sleep tonight, it never gets easy, but it's his job and he loves what he does and the people he does it with. I'm just grateful that at the end of this leg of his Roadie tour, of every tour he is ever on; I thank God that he always comes home to me!!!!

(A glimpse inside the heart of a roadie spouse) Posted with the permission of my BFF for life my husband...