I knew this day was coming, but I really hoped it would be a couple of more years. I was a complete basket case when he told us, but I'm doing a little better right now. Luckily work has kept my mind busy, so I haven't been dwelling on it too much. I did end up with a major headache, and some of my trigger points are causing some problems. I'm determined not to stress over this right now so I don't end up in a major flare, but I know come April 1st I'm going to really start stressing about him being gone.
The one good thing about this is, I now know where I'm going to for summer vacation. I'll have to be there the week of August 11th to celebrate his 20th birthday. My mother is really stressing about her first grandchild flying the coop. She's determined that we will be visiting him at least every 2 months. I guess I'll be taking long weekends off of work every 2 months to see my son.
Why must they grow up so fast?
