I think that I had that crushed feeling because D26 was leaving. I have been sad knowing she's heading out. These are new feelings for me, I have always been too proud to feel sad that she was leaving for anything, college, trips, etc.
So it was going to be H and I and some of D's friends on the trip to the airport and the friends decided sleep was more enticing at 3:00AM.
So the three of us went. H drove and was quiet, we all were, and when we got to the terminal (which was so busy already!) he helped unload the bags and asked if I wanted to walk in with her to make sure she was all together and he would drive the loop (LAX is HUGE) and pick me up.
He did, and I thought we would drive in silence, but we actually talked about D and this choice she has made, what she and her friends did last night and what we will do with her car, parking it while she is gone. He was not chatty but was nice. Once we got home, he said he was going to watch tv, since he did not have to be at work until 6:00am. We got home, he went in the house and went into his room and closed the door.
