My brother leaves tomorrow morning before the sun comes up. I didn’t get to see him enough during his time off. I was hoping to see him tonight again, to watch him play with the kids for a little while. But The Toddler started vomiting late this afternoon and apparently doesn’t plan on stopping until he sees some small, slippery internal organ shoot out.
So I’m heading over to my parents’ house to tell my brother “See you later.” Last time he left for Iraq, he left from another part of the U.S. and I didn’t get to see him go. I guess it wasn’t real to me last time. It’s really real this time and I don’t like the way this feels at all.
