"She was gone."
Gone like the wind. Gone like yesterday's napkins. Gone, Daddy, Gone.
She didn't make it easy, she lost her keys, so she wasn't gone when I got home, and I had to actually see the boys off, which was hard. And she STILL couldn't everything in, but anything left she'll get next week or something.
I'm going to go celebrate, with a six-pack, and comfy couch, and a beautiful woman...