A few days later, Scott drove away with a very full car to Texas. It scared me to death! It was so hard to say good-bye and not be in control of helping him stay awake while he drove and drove and drove for four days. He also changed his plans last minute so he could see his mom (who wasn’t able to make it to Seattle to say good-bye to him), his brother in Walla Walla, and then his sister in Utah. The change meant he wouldn’t drive as many hours the first two days and would have to drive for longer stretches the next two days.
Scott drove me to work one last time before he headed on his way. It was bitter-sweet.
My poor unsuspecting coworker greeted me as he walked in, and ended up sitting at my desk listening to me cry and vent all my fears about the next four days. I truly appreciate him listening to me. I’m sure it was uncomfortable for him to deal with that much emotion. He’s a really good sport.
I was relieved every time Scott called me to tell me how he was doing. He listened to audio books, which helped him stay attentive at the wheel.
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