Missing Him
He met my gaze for a few seconds before he gave me a huge hug. Not letting go, I continued to embrace him as if it was the last time I would ever see him. He was wearing his warm comfortable looking grey sweatshirt, and it was evident that he had a long journey ahead of him. “Please don’t go!” I said to him holding back my tears. He placed his passport into his large brown suitcase once he had a second to breathe again from my long lasting hug. “I have to,” he replied. A long black first class looking limo pulled up into our driveway ready to pick him up and take him away from me for what felt like an eternity. It felt as if the man who was driving the limo was committing a crime just by driving my father away from me. It didn’t …show more content…
I picked up the phone and my fathers’ voice becomes heard through the speaker, “Courtney, I know this is hard for you. It is hard for me too, but I’ll be home before you know it and we’ll start on this year’s Christmas gifts.” Speaking in his fatherly voice he continued to try to calm me down knowing how sad I currently was that he wasn’t in the same room as me. He’d talk about all the meetings and presentations that he had to present to people within their company. A lot of the time he trained other people within their company to keep them up-to-date on all the latest changes. Every few days he’d either call or skype us. The pain always escalated as soon as the phone was hung up. Pressing that large red “end call” button on my phone was unimaginably harder than anyone could have ever predicted. Having him gone for so long wasn’t a feeling that I could have ever imagined until I actually experienced it. I thought it would be a lot easier than it was or maybe I was just hoping it would …show more content…
A text message was received from my father to inform us that the plane landed right on time and he was on his way home. He was on his way home. Excitement filled my whole body just thinking about the thought of being able to hug him once again. My father was coming home.
The moment the limo pulled into the driveway and I saw my father step outside of it, I sprinted outside and into his arms. Hugging him immediately gave me a sense of relief knowing that he was back home with us. Our family was whole again. After only a few days of being a whole family again, he sat me aside to tell me about the next trip he was going to take in only a measly two weeks from then. After that trip he’d be home for a month, but then he’d leave again; trip after trip, for several years. For the times that he spends at home with us, we treasured
He met my gaze for a few seconds before he gave me a huge hug. Not letting go, I continued to embrace him as if it was the last time I would ever see him. He was wearing his warm comfortable looking grey sweatshirt, and it was evident that he had a long journey ahead of him. “Please don’t go!” I said to him holding back my tears. He placed his passport into his large brown suitcase once he had a second to breathe again from my long lasting hug. “I have to,” he replied. A long black first class looking limo pulled up into our driveway ready to pick him up and take him away from me for what felt like an eternity. It felt as if the man who was driving the limo was committing a crime just by driving my father away from me. It didn’t …show more content…
I picked up the phone and my fathers’ voice becomes heard through the speaker, “Courtney, I know this is hard for you. It is hard for me too, but I’ll be home before you know it and we’ll start on this year’s Christmas gifts.” Speaking in his fatherly voice he continued to try to calm me down knowing how sad I currently was that he wasn’t in the same room as me. He’d talk about all the meetings and presentations that he had to present to people within their company. A lot of the time he trained other people within their company to keep them up-to-date on all the latest changes. Every few days he’d either call or skype us. The pain always escalated as soon as the phone was hung up. Pressing that large red “end call” button on my phone was unimaginably harder than anyone could have ever predicted. Having him gone for so long wasn’t a feeling that I could have ever imagined until I actually experienced it. I thought it would be a lot easier than it was or maybe I was just hoping it would …show more content…
A text message was received from my father to inform us that the plane landed right on time and he was on his way home. He was on his way home. Excitement filled my whole body just thinking about the thought of being able to hug him once again. My father was coming home.
The moment the limo pulled into the driveway and I saw my father step outside of it, I sprinted outside and into his arms. Hugging him immediately gave me a sense of relief knowing that he was back home with us. Our family was whole again. After only a few days of being a whole family again, he sat me aside to tell me about the next trip he was going to take in only a measly two weeks from then. After that trip he’d be home for a month, but then he’d leave again; trip after trip, for several years. For the times that he spends at home with us, we treasured