Saying goodbye is sad, even if it's only for a while

I've had the pleasure of having my son stay with me this past week.  He is leaving early tomorrow on an airplane and he's moving to Florida.  For a long time I didn't really believe he was going.  I just thought it was talk.  But one by one I watched him sell or give away his belongings and his beloved animals.  He was officially out of his apartment on Monday and he came to my house for the rest of the week.

I really enjoyed having my son with me.  I never get to see him enough as it is.  He works (worked) evenings and I work during the day so it was always hard to find time to see him unless it was a holiday or I went to see him at his shop.

This morning I cooked him hash browns, eggs and toast.  He was so happy with it that he took a picture and posted it on Facebook.  Tonight I made his farewell dinner.  It was steak, baked potatoes and mixed vegetables.  He invited a friend over to join us, and again, he took a picture.

I can always tell when my son feels like he's eating a good meal.  He takes a picture!

Two of my daughters came over to say goodbye to him also.  Connie brought her two boys over and Sandy brought her two girls over.  They all had a good time with Uncle Adam.  He showed them all the neat things he can do with his face.  He is a body piercer and he has piercings everywhere.  He showed them how he can take the one out of his chin and stick his tongue through it.  (Yes, I know, I think it's gross too.)  My granddaughters screamed when he did it.

As strange as my son looks, he has the sweetest, kindest personality in the world.  The kids love him and think he is wonderful.  It is because of him that I learned not to judge people who are covered in tattoos and piercings.  I've met a lot of his friends and they are all great people.  Strange, yes.  But still, great people.

Since I don't know when he'll be back, I took some pictures of him and the kids.  They were trying to be all gansta.  Epic Fail!

I am going to miss my son.  He promised me he would come back and I'm going to hold him to it.  He will be living with my sister and her son and the game plan is that he will bring them back here to AZ sometime next year.  She can't afford to move home on her own and will need enough money to rent the U-haul and pay for the other expenses.  I would like to see them here around March (my birthday).  Hopefully with his help, it will happen.

I do admit that I envy my son.  He has no wife, no kids, no responsibilities.  He can go somewhere else and find out what it is like to live there.  My sister is close to the ocean, so my son will have an opportunity to enjoy the beach and ocean life for a while.  Sometimes I wish I could just pack up and start over somewhere else, but I have too many responsibilities here. The only way I could ever move someplace else would be if God would make the way possible.  And I don't see that happening....so my life is here.

It was a wonderful week having Adam here.  I enjoyed our late night talks when he would come home from work and was glad to have him here.  I keep expecting him to walk in the door.  I don't think he gave me my house key back so he really could.  (OOPS!)

If you read this Adam, know that I love you very much.  I miss you already and I hope you come home soon.

Be blessed,

Sue