I awaken out of my sleep around 2:30 this morning.
My cell phone. Where is it? Who the hell could be calling my cell at this hour?
Oh gosh, I hope nothing is wrong.
I stumble out of bed. Rubbing my eyes I make my way down the stairs.
Where is it. Ugh. I missed the call.
On the kitchen counter. I found it.
1 missed call. Dyon.
Oh no. Dyon’s calling. He always forgets that he is 3 hours behind in CA. Either way it’s still pretty late.
I hope everything is ok.
I call him back. “Hey babe!” He yells over the background noise.
“What’s wrong?!” I yell. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. I’m leaving. I’m getting on the plane as we speak.”
I sucked my breath in. For a while I had forgotten that he was leaving. I forgot it was real.
“Oh, ok it’s 2:30 in the morning here. I thought something was wrong.”
“No, I just wanted to call to say I love you. Give my niece a kiss for me. Love you.”
“ I love you too. Be safe honey.”
I can’t believe it’s really happening. He’s gone. On a plane somewhere. I don’t know when I’ll hear from him again.
He sounded so happy. A bit excited. He is proud to do what he does.
After he hung up I sent him a text message to call as soon as he can and that I loved him. He texted me back. “I will. Luv u 2.”
It’s a text I will never delete.
God I pray he makes it back home safe. I pray.
Two decades later
18 hours ago