The tears just keep on rolling. I could blame it on the full moon or hormones, both of which are certainly affecting my mood. But I’d be lying if I didn’t give credit to the fact I’m just plain sad to say goodbye to my loved ones.
I cry when I see our doggie bounding up to lick my face. I cry when my sister leaves to go back to her house. I cry when Kipper calls to tell me it’ll be hard to say goodbye. I cry when Margi gives me a hug and refuses to say goodbye. I cry when I bike across the creek and along the river that I’ve followed every day for a decade.
And I’ll probably keep crying for the next month, as the moon wanes then waxes again until it is just shy of full on the morning we fly away from my home.