I am happy to be home again but I must say that two days ago I did what made me just about the saddest I have ever been in my life. I left Brendan in Arkansas. Don't get me wrong, I am happy he is there and making it on his own and am quite proud of him for working to achieve the American dream. When he left NY, it was a bittersweet day for me; I was sad he was leaving but was also happy he was going out on his own and he happiness outweighed the sadness. I guess any parent who loved his children would feel likewise. There was something different though about visiting him in Arkansas and then leaving him behind. When I drove off of the Interstate highway, on the day I arrived, and got onto the local state highway a big smile broke on my face and I was exceedingly happy that I was about to see him. I cannot remember being that happy since my grandson was born. I had missed Brendan a lot after only less than 3 months so how could I not be happy.
The thing was though, when I left him on Thursday, I was sad, about as sad as I have ever been! Sure, I am still happy he is making it on his own, that he got a decent job and is working hard at it driving a big rig (and there I was thinking he was driving a box truck but he is driving 40 footers and larger), that he has a nice apartment, that he has made new friends and strengthened his bond with an old one, that he bought and own his first pistol and that we had a great time together (especially since I caught more fish than him for a change). What I am sad about is that I had to leave him. That feeling overwhelmed me when I got up to see him off to work at 330 on Thursday morning and again when I drove away from his apartment complex later that day. Still though, as I said, I am happy for him. That, and knowing I plan to visit him again, within a few months or so, makes the sadness over missing him somewhat bearable.
Oh well, enough of the emotional ranting. I will try to get in some blogging this weekend, then will be working all of next week. That is good because I need some way to pay for the trip, especially what I spent on guns and things at the firearms auction that I to which I detoured on the first weekend of my road trip. More on those guns in a later post.
All the best,