Tom’s truck is in the garage. My heart used to flip when the garage door would slowly ascend and I’d see Tom’s truck there. It meant that he was home before me and there was a smile and a hug waiting to greet me.
Now when the door opens and I see his truck slowly appear, my heart sinks.
And I can’t help the thoughts constantly swirling in my brain.
I have a long way to go I hope, and he would tell you that I’m always late getting places anyway, but maybe now I can see it as another symbol.
That he made it *Home*. That I should take my time, because I’ve got lots more to do here. He knows of another plan for me to carry out and he knows I have the strength to do it.
He’s used to waiting on me.
There will be a smile and a hug to greet me when I eventually get *Home* too.
