I'm less than six hours from seeing my husband. It should have been a welcome home in the SeaTac airport, followed by a drive to the house, a wrestle with the two dogs, and dinner as a family.
Instead, the two boys and I are holed up in the Houston airport on a 3+ hour layover between Seattle and Florida, where we will join up with other grieving family members, including my dear DrChako, who got to come home "early" (3 day) for bereavement leave.
It's not the homecoming he deserves, but in a few hours, he'll be on US soil for good, with nary a scratch. And we'll be with him. I haven't spoken to him for a bit, but I know he's en route.
Sometime later next week, we'll actually be home as a family in our house.
Thank heaven for the USO - we're settled in for these long few hours with all the free snacks, drinks, kids videos, free internet, and other minor comforts we can handle.
Keep DrChako in your thoughts.