Omega

Tomorrow marks the start of the last weekend that we'll have Mac before she is ripped from us and the 12 other members of her family that are within 30 miles of where I currently sit. I'm going to do my best to make this a fun weekend for her, and do my damnedest to keep her mind off of what this is.

I exploded at her mother on the phone just the other evening, and she had it coming. I've been far too nice and far too gracious for far too long. I let it all out, and amazingly without much in the way of profanity. (Those that know me know that not only am I a sailor's kid, but I was an infantryman. I know my colorful metaphors.) I even told her things that Mac had told me in confidence about her feelings, but of course I'm not to be believed in that regard.

So, we come to the end. An end that shouldn't be happening. An end that has benefit to only two selfish individuals, and is to the detriment of fifteen others. From this day on, we, not just I, live life without.