Baby brother left this morning.
I've been crying about it since Saturday night.
Ignore me in the background - it's a good shot of Andrew
Curbside drop off at the MTC sounds cruel, but it's actually probably better than the more dramatic alternative (I've had nightmares of the dreaded "Missionaries exit to the left, everyone else to the right" scenario).
I miss him. I feel dramatically, violently sad about the prospects of coming home to a house without him in it.
BUT I have to be thankful. I know this is good for him. I know our family will be blessed. I know there are Russians out there who need him more than I do. I know that in the grand scheme of things, two years is a trivial amount of time.
Still, I cry. I'm crying.
Exactly how long am I allowed to mourn his absence before it becomes pathetic?
3 comments:
i'll give you 2 years.
aaaww.. go andrew! those are great pictures
OH, that is sad! I am just glad you were sad to see him go....can't say the same for John and I! haha!
i mean it. call me if needed.
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