I drove away from him with tears in my eyes. Instead of spending Thanksgiving together as a family, Tate had to stay behind and work. Hours were spent strategizing, trying to figure out a way for him to come with us, but with the weight of responsibility sitting firmly on his shoulders we knew that he had to stay behind.
It wasn’t the same eating and celebrating Thanksgiving without him. We talked on the phone a few times during the day, but I missed his silliness, his love of Redi-Whip on pumpkin pie, arguing about the edibility of pecan pie, and him.
I woke up to his picture this morning, taken from high atop his deer stand, catching a few hours for himself before going back into work. It made me miss him even more.