It's everything everyone said it would be, but worse because it was us going through it. It's like a band-aid, just rip it off -- fast! Two and a half minutes...it's not a long time...pull in...to slot number 2? Really? Couldn't we have number 42? Robert takes his time getting the luggage out so Madeline and I can have extra time to hug and cry our hearts out. One big group hug and next thing we know, he's walking down the sidewalk with the very patient elder who was helping him. Climb back into the car and get the kleenex out. The ride home was very quiet.
That was hard. I don't know why because it's what we've wanted for him his whole life (to go serve the Lord and change people's lives and become a better person in the process). It's what he's wanted for himself, so why is it so hard? Probably because he's the first. Our first child, the first grandchild on both sides, he's the guinea pig. Frankly I don't think it will be any easier when Sean goes or Madeline for that matter. It's one of those things parents have to go through to learn how to let go.
|This may be the last time they see each other for four years.|
|This young lady will probably write Elder York more than any of us!|
|Our very last family picture.|
|There are no words to express the emotion in this picture.|
|Adios, Elder York!|
|We'll see you in two!|